Annie sobbed, grabbed one of the half full tankards of ale on the table and pulled it back in one gulp.<br/><br/>“Please,” she said again, “I don’t know who took him or how! He was in his crib, sleeping. I was washing my dress and when I returned... the window was open, he was gone.”<br/><br/>She looked at each of them, her chest heaving, eyes abrim with tears.<br/><br/>“Will you come back to my room and see? Will you help me? I have little gold but... I’ll do anything!”