He looked up and saw a sign-board glimmering in the dusk with a new coat of white paint.

He had undoubtedly come to the inn, and he dismounted.
The landlord advanced at that moment to the door.
"My man," said he, "will take your horse to the stable;" and the fellow who had guided Wogan led the horse off.
"Oh, is he your man ?" said Wogan.

"Ah!" And he followed the landlord into the house.
It was not only the sign-board which had been newly painted, for in the narrow passage the landlord stopped Wogan.
"Have a care, sir," said he; "the walls are wet.

It will be best if you stand still while I go forward and bring a light." He went forward in the dark and opened a door at the end of the passage.
A glow of ruddy light came through the doorway, and Wogan caught a glimpse of a brick-floored kitchen and a great open chimney and one or two men on a bench before the fire.

Then the door was again closed.