Rochester’s mind was racing as he waited for Bill to get to the point. He rarely ventured outwith the walled courtyard area in front of the house, and even if he had, there were miles and miles of woodland to traverse before one would be off of the estate grounds. He’d only been walking minutes.
A corridor. Most strange. Unless he had turned himself around and entered into the building again... but no, it seemed unfamiliar, and why would Bill be there? “What sort of a building is this? A church, perhaps?” he asked, considering the possibilities.
Was he okay? If he was being truthful, he was absolutely not okay. He always felt weak and overly dependent on the help of others. Now, he felt decidedly vulnerable, with only a lost child who could barely spit out a sentence as a guide.
“Ssh, that’s enough boy, that’s enough,” he hissed at the dog, nudging the creature with his knee to silence him. Pointer sulked, lying down at his masters feet until he was commanded again. “If I can get pointed in the right direction, I shall be fine,” he lied, not keen to seem too pathetic. It could be a trap. The boy could be lying, perhaps there were robbers nearby ready to take advantage of his disability. Maybe that was why the boy was so nervous.
“Where were you heading, when you found yourself here?” That might narrow down the location.