![]() In the cottage, at the hearthside, a black-robed woman crouched and tended the cooking fire. Taran made his way through the cluster of low-roofed farm buildings. Have a care, warned Coll as Taran strode to the door of the shed. Trouble Dallben with none of your questions. What I would know only Dallben can tell me. ![]() I’ll teach you the high secrets of planting turnips. The stout old warrior clapped Taran on the shoulder. Pine for the Princess Eilonwy if you must, but don’t upset the milk pail. Now, my boy, Coll said good-naturedly, as they finished the morning’s milking, I’ve seen you restless as a wolf on a tether ever since you came back from the Isle of Mona. Though he helped Coll with the weeding and cultivating, and tended the white pig, Hen Wen, with as much care as ever, he went about his tasks distractedly. Yet the sights and scents gave Taran little joy. The orchard was white with fragrant blossoms the newly planted fields lay light as green mist.
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