The (Solo) Adventures of Solomon Kane

Kane and L’Armon follow their silent host downs long, dark hall. The stocky, broad body of their guide seems to grow and expand in the light of the small candle he carries, flickering as it casts a shadow behind him.

At a door he halts, indicating that this chamber is where the men are to sleep. Kane and L’Armon enter and the host follows, lighting a candle from the one he carries then lurches back the way he came.

The two men glance at one another. The furnishings were modest; a couple of bunks, a chair or two and a heavy table.

“Let us see if there is a way to make fast the door”, says Kane, “I like not the look of mine host.”

“There are racks on the door and jamb for a bar”, says Gaston, “but no bar.”

“We might break up the table and use the pieces as a jamb”, muses Kane.

“Something is wrong with this place, or mayhap the company I am presently ensconced with. I need to investigate the meaning of this unease I feel”, mused Kane looking sideways at his new companion. “I have seen you somewhere before”, he says, looking closely at L’Armon, “though I can not as yet recall where or when.  Prey note that I am a light sleeper and rest with a loaded pistol at hand”.

The Frenchman laughed, “I was wondering how m’sieur could bring himself to sleep in a room with a stranger”.

As they talk and begin to search for something to use as a bar, Kane feels the darkness closing in around him, and his unease at the meanderings of his erstwhile companion increases.

Kane shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “I must keep a clear head about me”, he thought, “this mystery will need careful calculation and a sound rational.”