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Show WORTHING FARM/22 So saying, he went back to building the stalls for the horses of thirty guests, wondering loudly whether the stable was too small. Little Peter offered to go looking for Elijah, but Alana said no, he was too small. He grinned, and took off running outside. As the sun came up Elijah awoke to find himself lying on soft ground under a tree. Only the sun in the east gave him an idea of direction, and he couldn't remember which way he had come from in the night. Only that Worthing Farm was east, and the sun was east, and groggily he got to his feet and started walking. The forest made no paths for him, and as he pried his way through thorns and low branches he remembered his escape as a child, when Grannam had caught him. Only this time he was fleeing toward Worthing Farm, not away from it. The sun was high when he stumbled out of the forest and into what had been the field of Worthing Farm. It was drier now than when he had left it the day before, and only a few places were still black with mud. Large cracks were opening in the sun-dried soil, and a thin film of dirt was forming on top of the solid floor. Nothing was green from one edge of the clearing to the other. A bird flew past Elijah's face. Elijah walked along the edge of the clearing until he reached the northwest corner, then turned right and walked to the northeast, |
