Leading the stallion on foot, the Duke left the farm track leading across a field that, with its rough stone surface, had caused the accident and proceeded to a lane that, bordered by high hedges, was not far away.
When he reached the lane, he found a signpost. On it was written,
“Eaton Socon 2 miles”
The Duke gave a sigh. He did not relish a walk of two miles in his riding boots leading his horse. And then to his left he saw a small village.
There was the inevitable village green, a duck pond in the centre of it, a few scattered cottages with thatched roofs and an inn, all black and white and agreeably picturesque.
There was also a Church and the Duke hoped that the village was large enough to boast a blacksmith. Leading Salamanca, who was now limping dramatically, he walked towards
