IT BEGAN, as the greatest storms do begin, as a mere tremor in the air, a thread of sound so distant and faint, yet so ominous, that the ear that was sharp enough to catch it instantly pricked and shut out present sounds to strain after it again, and interpret the warning. Brother Cadfael had a hare’s hearing, readily alerted and sharply focused. He caught the quiver and bay, at this point surely still on the far side of the bridge that crossed Severn from the town, and stiffened into responsive stillness, braced to listen.
The Sanctuary Sparrow
The Seventh Chronicle of Brother Cadfael
Ellis Peters
1983
Seems fitting, given the current weathr conditions.
I hope all's well in North Yorkshire aftr the floods.
The Sanctuary Sparrow
The Seventh Chronicle of Brother Cadfael
Ellis Peters
1983
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Seems fitting, given the current weathr conditions.
I hope all's well in North Yorkshire aftr the floods.
