Fugitives from the king's justice hide and sleep in the deep hay on the second floor of a barn where the farmer's young daughter brings them dinner in a basket:
farm-style loaves;
warm meal ground that morning;
crisp golden brown roasted chickens;
potatoes cooked in their skins;
fresh green and tomato salad;
cheese and apple tarts with clotted cream.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
And if my memory is correct, I recall how the farmer's daughter was amazed at how Sir Nigel and John Hordle had once lived in Winchester, the new capital of England, a giant, sprawling metropolis of about 10,000. And Sir Nigel ruefully reflecting on how DRASTICALLY perspectives can change if a small (to us) town of 10,000 persons can seem VAST.
Sean
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