"Twere a long old walk to Lyndelby, let me tell you.
I set out at the foredawn, the Brandywine were runnin' higher than usual, hard to find a dry path across the ford, and wi' me wet boots I didn't fancy the blisters I'd surely get hiking to Herne, so I spoke with the stable-master and hired a horse.
10 silver and 50 coppers he wanted! Still, I knew me boots would dry and it'd get me to Herne in time for an early lunch.
