He slung his axe and fumbled inside his pocket, finding a gold coin and leaned over to drop it in her cup.
The woman pulled away with a livid expression.
“Leper!” she screamed.
Before tonight, he would have chastised the woman, letting her know “she was a fool.” Not anymore. Now he looked on the woman with pity. For all he knew, she could even be his mother.
“I am no leper, good woman. Merely a stranger wishing to do what is right.”
He dropped the coin in her cup and walked on, trying to find the most secluded streets. Somewhere to find shelter away from others. In the early hours of the morning, his wandering brought him to a small abandoned building, devoid of windows. Its shingle hung lopsidedly from one of two rusty hooks – morgue.
Pushing the door open, he entered and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. One table, lacking a leg, slanted to the floor. Two chairs lined the far wall of the otherwise vacant musty smelling building.
This will do.
He closed and barred the door with the table leg, then laid back on the good table. Leaning the butt of his axe against the table, he closed his eyes, shutting out the world for another day.