Now on a fine summer morning I was down there repairing the remains of my handiwork, having taken the children with me to show them some of the wisdom Mother Hilde taught me about plants. Tall white clouds were blowing across the sky, and when one of them passed, a shadow would cross over the lit...
He had allowed his Curiosity free rein to follow the flash of remembrance he’d had about the odd, gold-shining eyes. Now he was all a-bubble with a new piece of knowledge that would force Margaret to admit she’d been entirely wrong in her argument with him. It was only a pity, he thought to himse...