CHAPTER FIVEA short time later the Duke led the way through some trees and onto the High Road.
As he had anticipated, a little further on there was a village green.
As they drew nearer, they saw a number of women standing together and Oleta wondered why.
Facing the green there was an old black and white inn, but before they could reach it, a woman came running towards them.
“‘Elp us, ‘elp us!” she cried to the Duke. “A little boy has fallen down the old well.”
“Is there any water in it?” the Duke asked.
“No”, she replied, “but we ‘as no idea ‘ow to get ‘im out.”
The Duke dismounted and, without saying a word, he handed Sir Galahad’s reins to Oleta.
With the woman ahead of him, he ran towards the group of other women.
When he reached them, he found them all staring down an old wel
