They're moving very slowly." Lindsay turned with the horses.

Ian, light of step, resilient, "magnificent," turned from the purple moor into the shade of birches.
A few moments and he was near the cot of Mother Binning.

A cock crowed, a feather of blue smoke went up from her peat fire.
He came to her door, meaning to stay but for a good-natured five minutes of gossip.

She had lived here forever, set in the picture with ash-tree and boulder.

But when he came to the door he found sitting with her, in the checkered space behind the opening, Glenfernie's inamorata.
Now he remembered her....