![]() ![]() The older Orchiéres glanced nervously over their shoulders, and at one another. The child Nanette whimpered and buried her face in her sister Louisette’s rough skirts. The flames cast their wavering light over the menhirs, making the stones appear to move out of their centuries-old alignment, to sway and tremble like ghosts in the night. The invisible sea splashed and hissed, the only sound except for the crackle of burning wood. Firelight glimmered on the uneasy faces of the people gathered there, and reflected in the eyes of their restive horses. ![]() ![]() Beyond the lane, in the field of standing stones, a handful of caravans circled a small fire. They obscured both stars and moon, and darkened the beach and the lane running alongside. The layered clouds, gray as cold charcoal, shifted this way and that, mirroring the waves below. ![]()
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