Rick’s eyes flickered open; to his relief, all traces of the headache and dizziness from moments before had gone. The squawking of raptors captured his attention and he switched his gaze from the w**d-infested turf – whose solidity had lately comforted him – to the sky, half-expecting scavengers to be circling over his prone body. A rapid glance told him he was wrong. The cries were coming from over a rise, but to check them out, he had first to stand. For the moment, though, the small effort of straightening restored the sensation of vertigo. Giddily, his eyes strained over the gently rising ground and for a second he doubted his sanity.
Where previously the re-enactors had erected three wooden huts now stood an entire village of houses of different sizes. Was that a hall near the centre
