Brother Dusty-Feet

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Genres: Fiction
Hawthorn whitened the hedges and the first cuckoos were calling; lady’s-smock a-dance in the meadows, and the squat grey towers of the Cathedral rising from a green froth of trees in new leaf.
Hugh’s pot of periwinkle, carefully nursed and shielded all through the winter, was gay with blue flowers again, and the people in the south Devon villages had flocked in to see the Players, so that there was supper and breakfast and warm stables to sleep in, day after day and night after night, and life was very good. It went on being good when they got to Exeter. The Mayor seemed really pleased when they asked him for a licence (Mayors were often not at all pleased, even when they gave the licence). And the Players encamped at the Black Lion, and decided to stay three days, which was the longest they ever stopped anywhere.
On the first day they enacted the Martyrdom of St Sebastian. On the second day they acted a new play which Jonathan had made from an old story about Sir Huon of Bordeaux, wh
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Brother Dusty-Feet
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