He spoke with an indefinable charm inherited from some courtly ancestor. Hazel was fascinated.
'But you've got blood on you!' she protested.
'So have you!' he retorted unexpectedly. 'You say you kill flies, so you're as bad as I am, Hazel. So be my friend.'
'I mun go!'
'Say you'll come tomorrow.'
'Not but for a minute, then.'
Edward's voice came from the house.
'I've found her!'
Hazel ran home. But as she left the wood she turned and looked down the shadowy steeps of green at Reddin as he strode homewards. She watched him until he passed out of sight; then, sighing, she went home.