![]() ![]() “You’re nowhere near the Roman Road,” said Farmer Sally. We’ve been turning circles ever since, looking for the old Roman Road.” “We were accosted by bandits some weeks ago, and, though we were able to outrun them, we got badly lost. “We’re on a journey to the coast of Meek,” explained one of the visitors, a man who seemed to be the only one strong enough to speak. “Don’t get too close!” Farmer Sally warned. The villagers gathered around them curiously, marveling at their beautiful clothes and horses. But though the visitors were obviously rich, they looked emaciated and swayed weakly in their bejeweled saddles. Swampmuck rarely had visitors of any kind, as it was not the sort of place people wanted to visit, and it had certainly never had visitors like these: two men and a lady dressed head to toe in lush brocaded silk, riding on the backs of three fine Arabian horses. That very year, just after the festival had ended and the villagers were about to return to their toil in the swamps, three visitors arrived. ![]() Andrew Davidson’s illustration for The Splendid Cannibals. ![]()
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