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Copyright ┬й 1992, Roger Taylor
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First published in United Kingdom in 1992 by Headline Book Publishing.
This Edition published in 2003 by Mushroom eBooks, an imprint of Mushroom Publishing, Bath, BA1
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ISBN 1843191784




Farnor

Roger Taylor

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Chapter 1

Darkness fell cold across FarnorтАЩs face, extinguishing the myriad lights that had been flickering behind his
closed eyelids and replacing them with shifting, blue-in-black shadows.

He opened his eyes with a start, momentarily fearful that some stranger or menacing creature had silently
crept upon him as he lay, half dozing, under the gently swaying trees. It was not so, however. The
darkness was only a cloud passing in front of the sun.

He made to smile away his reaction as foolishness, but, oddly, the unease persisted and with a frown he
gazed around the sunlit woodland, searching for a sign of anything untoward that might have provoked
this response. But there was nothing; just the rustling whisper of the wind-stirred trees and the
innumerable splashes of bright sunlight flitting and dancing at their nodding behest.

Guilty conscience, he thought wryly as he struggled to his feet, brushing twigs and grass from his trousers
and shirt. Loafing around in the woods when youтАЩre supposed to be checking the sheep.

Thoughts of justification jostled for position as he walked to the edge of the wood and out into the
brilliant spring sunshine. He hadnтАЩt actually gone to sleep тАУ well, hardly, anyway, and not for long тАУ and
besides, heтАЩd get the job done тАУ and there wasnтАЩt anything special to do on the farm today . . .

He cut them short. They were a remnant from the times when his father would regularly interrogate him
about his daily doings тАУ or misdoings. Now, however, he was being treated increasingly as a trusted
partner in the running of the farm; as a man, even though he would still be considered a boy in the eyes of
the villagers for almost a year yet. It was quite amazing how much his father had learned over the past
few years, he reflected.

Pausing, he looked down the valley towards the farm. It was hidden from view by the rolling terrain, but,
as ever, he could feel its presence, solid and dependable; always there, always welcoming, a haven from