Sons of the Morning

The lovers passed through Godleigh and then entering the main road that ran from Little Silver to those high regions above it pursued their way by Devonshire lanes whose lofty hedge-banks shut out all view of the grass lands extending upon each side. Here and there however gates opened into the hayfields and from one where two of Honor's ricks were slowly rising came hum of voices. The scene was set in silver-green wisps of hay; a sweet scent clung to the air; two horses rested on the shady side of the rick; an elm or two whispered into the haze of summer; and hard by sat above half a dozen persons taking their midday meal under the hedge. Speech was hushed; the nearest men touched their hats and a girl dropped a curtsey as Honor walked by at discreet distance from young Yeoland. And then upon their passing the haymakers broke into a new subject with ready tongue.