The night was dark, and darkest to the west, where lightning danced in and out among heavy clouds over the sea.
As in all lands that have been torn hither and thither by long wars, the peasants of Guienne learnt, long ago, the wisdom of dwelling together in closely built villages, making a long journey to their fields or vineyards every day.

In times past, Gemosac had been a walled town, dominated, as usual, by the almost impregnable castle.
Barebone rode on, alone, through the deserted vineyards, of which the scent, like that of a vinery in colder lands, was heavy and damp.

The road runs straight, from point to point, and there was no chance of missing the way or losing his companions.

He was more concerned with watching the clouds, which were rising in dark towers against the western sky.

He had noted that others were watching them, also, standing at their doors in every street.