1993 - in the Place of Fallen Leaves
1993 - in the Place of Fallen Leaves
“I wanted to get outside.
“It were the coldest winter in history,” she declared suddenly.
“What was?” I asked.
She took my hand in hers. “The story I’ll tell ‘ee, stupid.” “Oh,” I said. So I gave up and tried to snuggle up beside her, except that now I was bigger than she was.
“It were twenty-five year ago,” she began.
“Wait a minute,” I interrupted, “I thought you said last year was the worst winter we ever had.” “Nonsense, maid. This one were much colder.” § It was in the coldest and most prolonged winter in history, twenty-five years earlier, when the peacocks that patrolled the terraced lawns began to peck away at the bulbs and roots of hibernating flowers, that it occurred to the young 15 th Viscount Teignmouth that those peacocks had probably never been husbanded since their ancestors’ arrival, brought by the very first Viscount. There was certainly no one in his retinue of servants, so far as he knew, with responsibility for their management: they were simply left to themselves.
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