Chapter Six
Oh, Hastival is sought-after! Right enough! Carelessly bestowed them boots might ha’ been, but fer a lass like Bessie, they meant the world. I don’t even think Grunewald hisself knew what he ‘ad done fer her — a lass as was overlooked an’ abused by all the world before.
Well, tha’ Grunewald is an odd fellow. I think even he cannot rightly decide whether he’s more kindness or cruelty. Anyroad, he ‘ad a problem on ‘is ‘ands. That Tatterfoal was roamin’ the Wolds every night while the Markets were on in Gadrahst, and the infernal nag was gettin’ bolder. It got to be that travellers were loath to set foot abroad at night, and who could blame ‘em? One glimpse o’ Tatterfoal is enough to stop the heart, wi’ folk o’ the timid persuasion.
Not tha’ the person ridin’ the beast ‘ad yet
