Mud from the April rains was a foot deep in the one street, but there was a raised sidewalk of flat stones on either side. As we proceeded along it, single file, Wolfe in the lead, I got an impression that we were not welcome. I caught glimpses of human forms ahead, one or two on the sidewalk, a couple of children running along the top of a low stone wall, a woman in a yard with a broom, but they all disappeared before we reached them. There weren’t even any faces at windows as we went by. I asked Wolfe’s back, What have we got, fleas' He stopped and turned. No. They have. The sap has been sucked out of their spines. Pfui. He went on. A little beyond the center of the village he left the walk to turn right through a gap in a stone wall into a yard. The house was set back a little farther than most of them and was a little wider and higher. The door was arched at the top, with fancy carvings up the sides.
