She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Sir John gave his order, deliberately stumbling now and then over a word, and anglicizing others. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. She would just have to show up and hope for the best.
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