Chapter ONE - Weebly

time. Diver still stood in the road, his hands on his hips.
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The Green Dragon Tavern was located on Union
Street, just off of Hanover. It was a plain, two-story
building with a pitched roof and a brick façade. There
was nothing remarkable about it, save for the cast-iron
rod that projected over the front door, serving as the
perch for an iron sculpture of a crouching dragon, its
wings raised, its mouth open in a fiery roar.
The first floor of the building had for years been
used as a meeting house by the Freemasons. The tavern
itself was located in the basement of the building. It was
open to all, but since the passage of the first Grenville
Act, the year before, it had gained a reputation as a
gathering place for those who opposed Parliament’s
actions. Ethan did not doubt that these same men had
organized the Stamp Act riots.
A few men in workmen’s clothes milled about in the
narrow street in front of the building, seemingly
oblivious of the rain. Another man stood in the
doorway, and he watched Ethan as he approached the