Book 2, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌⁠Any dull body who says that the minute you're over the border everything is not changed, can have no eyes—nor nose, because even the smell is different. It is—I'm sure it is—the adorable smell of peat. I have never yet smelt peat, but this is like my dreams.

Oh, how beautiful everything was as we crossed the span of the stone rainbow! A fresh wind had sprung up and out of the brilliant sunshine a s