Chapter 26

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌⁠It was late afternoon when Colwyn reached Heredith the following day. The brief English summer, dying under the intolerable doom of evanescence for all things beautiful, presented the spectacle of creeping decay in a hectic flare of russet and crimson, like a withered woman striving to stave off the inevitable with pitiful dyes and rouge.

In this scene the moat-house was in perfect harmony, attuned