As they stood by one they saw the fin of a trout in the obscurity.
They met no one.

Presently they were higher than the woods and out on a green hillside.

When they first appeared the place was alive with rabbits, who hurried to their burrows with a flash of white scuts.
"If we sit down on the hillside we can see the valley," Sir Robin said.
"We can look down into the valley at our leisure.

It is filled with a golden haze.

This good sun is drawing out the winter damps.