Chapter Four
After the initial fear at the meeting, the next couple of days of work on the quarantine huts and the digging of ditches along the borders of the village where it met the forest, things began to call down. The work eased people, made them feel like they were talking a problem head on, and this steadied their nerves. The general feeling was with the village impenetrable the plague shouldn’t be able to find a way in.
Mor wasn’t so sure. His terror of a few nights ago had turned largely to a sickening unease. He saw the huts as they were erected and he thought ‘fine, they will house any visitors who come and we will see if they are still alive after a day or two’, and he looked to the trenches to stop people sneaking in by the cover of the trees. This had been more problematic
