High stakes

Later he goes down to the bar for food. He sits at a rough wooden table as close to a corner as he can find, and is brought some meat, cheese and bread. There seem less people in the room now, but it is still heavy with smoke and odours. A group of men occupy one side, laughing, drinking and cursing their luck. They form a semi-circle around one man sat against the wall, sunburned and lined, with a tattoo of a flower on his hand and a missing eye-tooth. Now, this man shouts the hearty laugh of the winner, throws his cards on the table and points to them.
“There she is lads! The one whose name you’ll never know, not even in your dreams.”