‘Is there a castle?’ he asked.
The horse seemed to flinch underneath him, as if he had wounded her. She sighed, her head sank low and then with a snort she straightened up again, although her voice wavered.
‘There may be, little knight,’ said Nonky. ‘There may be a castle.’
I flipped through the book and landed on page 133.
The sound was loud and harsh. It broke the calm of the night sky, sending rooks circling into the air with terror.
His hounds went berserk, barking and biting each other’s tails. The call of the knight’s horn rang out over the valleys and mounds and tracks and moats of this land, shaking leaves from the trees and sending ripples through ponds.