Over us, too, went the long strings of wild geese, clanging in their flight in search of open water--and it was the wolf month again, and even so had they fled on that day when Owen found me in the snow.
And therewith we fell into talk of Eastdean, and dimly enough I recalled it all.

I knew that an Erpwald held the place even yet, but I cared not.

It was but a pleasant memory by reason of the coming of Owen, and I had no thought even to see the place again.
Only, as we talked it did seem to me that I would that I knew that the grave of my father was honoured.
Then we left the old road, and crossed the ancient Parrett bridge, where the Roman earthworks yet stood frowning as if they would stay us.

They were last held against Kenwalch, and now we were in that no-man's land which he had won and wasted.

Then we climbed the long slope of the Quantocks, whence we might look back over the land we had left, to see the Tor at Glastonbury shouldering higher and higher above the lower Poldens, until the height was reached and the swift descent toward Norton began.