About this story
There he meets Annie Morgan, a girl from White House Farm, who will not let him past her gate after dark, and will not say what her father believes waits inside the old Roman fort on the ridge, only that it is waiting, not buried. A storm sends her home, and a dream carries him back to it that same night.
How it opens
Mr TaylorLast night's rain has filled every hollow between here and the ridge.
The holidays were nearly over, and you went out determined to become lost.
An abandoned lane sank between hedges woven too high to show the fields.
Mr TaylorLucian, those drowned lanes carry more water than their banks admit.
Mr TaylorLucian, be home before dark; the lower ford rises without warning.
Choose
I will turn back when the church bell sounds.
Today I shall find where this lane ends.
I need one place no schoolboy has named for me.