James Elroy Flecker. It wasn’t all that late, not much after twenty hundred; but day after day of heat had produced a strange, hazy overcast, so that the light seemed to be draining away faster than usual from between the high chalk hills. Kaeti stood arms folded at the one window of the cell, staring up through the bars at the long, facing slope of down. The great prehistoric carving was all but invisible now, his brown outline lost against the grass. At his head bunched a group of tiny figures, small as ants from this distance. She saw one duck under the wire fence that closed the Giant off. She half-smiled. She’d caught herself wondering who they were, and what they found up there that was so intriguing. She shifted her position slightly. She’d stood for an hour, watching the slow changing of the light. It was almost blueish now; but that would alter again. There’d be a harsher red pouring, just for a little while; then it would be night. She wondered why she’d never noticed such things before.
