A steep bank of gorse rose up on one side, and on the other, some dozen yards of heath separated the road from dramatic bluffs. They stood in the middle of the rutted dirt lane, which occupied a kind of narrow, winding valley. “Perhaps we can go around, find another road.”īram gestured at the surrounding landscape.
“Can we walk the teams in reverse?” Colin asked. A vast throng of sheep bustled and bleated around the unfortunate youth, gorging themselves on the spilled grain-and completely obstructing Bram’s wagons. It was an open buffet, and every ram and ewe in Sussex appeared to have answered the invitation. Blotting the sheen of perspiration from his brow with a handkerchief, he asked, “I don’t suppose this means we can simply turn back?”Īhead of them, a boy pushing a handcart had overturned his cargo, strewing corn all over the road. fragrant.” Colin approached, stripped of his London-best topcoat, wading hip-deep through the river of wool. Though she spoke not a word, her reply was clear: You can kiss my great woolly arse. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do as I say.” “Listen sharp, now.” He gave her ear a rough tweak and sank his voice to a low threat.
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