His mother loved old things. So when he had found it he’d been pleased with himself.
He had seen a little dark ginnel about twenty minutes
earlier, with a lamp glowing from an elaborate fitting fastened to the wall at the end of the alley way, just before it opened into a small cobbled courtyard and had gone to investigate. It had looked interesting. A great many of the ginnels in York were intriguing, dark, invitations to explore. Some were quite sinister.
At the end of this one, just around the corner from
the lamp (which he had paused to examine, old, wrought iron, fashioned into the shape of a creature with the head of a ram with huge curling horns, and the body of a dragon, with great wings and a long curling tail. The ram holding its face up, mouth opening into a shade shaped like a long tongue of flame with a red flickering bulb inside it. It had somehow enticed Luke to enter the courtyard and see just what awaited him around that corner) what awaited him was a dingy looking second hand shop.
Luke thought that it didn’t after all look all that
inviting and after a quick glance in through the window 79