Chapter Thirteen
Hide And Sneak
“Really, Edward, was it necessary to drag me out of bed for a rushed breakfast just to ramble across the moor?” Bryce and I had to trot to keep up with Edward’s rapid, long-legged strides through the heather.
Edward’s keen eyes swept the serpentine horizon of hilltops and gullies all around us. “Not ramble, my dear James. We are searching for farmers or shepherds who know this land intimately. They are early risers every morning, and not apt to give information to gentlemen of ease who slumber while they have to labor.” He pointed with his cane. “Beyond those hills may lay a village, the mansion we are searching for, or a flock of sheep.”
“Or nothing!” I added.
“Just so, James. Thus we need to find someone who can advise us.” He turned his head back to
