Chapter 12Back in Monkford life went on much as usual, and the townsfolk tried to put the events of that terrible day behind them. Many of them seemed to act as if they only had to pretend none of it had ever happened and it would be as if it really had never happened. Some might say this was not only a sensible attitude to adopt but the right one in the circumstances. These were men of peace, who wanted nothing more than to be able to live out their lives doing the simple things they had always done. They were proud of their town and of the part they played in its daily life. Or at least they had been, until that fateful day. But what was pride? You couldn't touch it or eat it, and neither could you sell it. Pride was something and nothing, these men decided. It was a notion that young me
