“You’ll know it,” he said, “by the stone stairs and the hawk’s head over the lintel.”
I was expecting a carving, or a painting, or possibly even, an offering, not half a cliff-face…
Nevertheless, it had still been a bugger to find.
The light was fading when I tip-tipped down the stone steps and stood before the crudely imposed entrance.
I stepped inside…
A dim glow lit the interior and the odour of old incense, clung…
He stood and turned, a huge bull of a man.
“What took you so long?”
“I got here as quick as I could.”