CHAPTER 13
Broch pulled his wagon into the wide space off the south road, below the mill at Greenhollow. The mill was the last substantial building in this direction on the river side of the road, and a large compound was sketched out on the ground below it. No buildings had been constructed yet, and the place was deserted, but once the way was in place, George imagined, that work would begin.
He hopped off the wagon seat to join Mag, still dripping from her placid walk across the river bottom. Maelgwn had joined them in plenty of time to watch. Many of the villagers who had chanced to witness it trailed behind them to see what would happen next.
George called over to Ifor Moel who hadn’t bothered to dismount. “Where do you want her?”
Ifor waved him over to a spot in the planned compou
