celebrated England’s famous poet, with reliefs of his head and plaques of his writing scattered throughout. After kicking the snow off his shoes, Rupert opened the heavy wooden door at the front of the tavern. He was immediately met with a rush of warm air and loud noise. Men and women lined the bar directly in front of him. The bartenders pulled taps and rushed about like so many worker ants. Rupert looked around, taking in the place that he knew so well. To his immediate left was a table of American tourists. One of the women hoisted a mug into the air, using a faux-British accent to declare
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