ache.
âWell, this is the finest time of year,â Ariel said. âIf youâd come in November, youâd have had more than your fill of rain.â
Ariel led her beyond the college buildings to a square filled with market stalls and bustling with townsfolk examining the wares. They joined the streams of shoppers and strolled up one row and down another, surrounded by color, scent, and the din of sharp bargaining. âThere are so many things in England,â Kawena commented.
âWhat do you mean?â Ariel asked.
Kawena gestured at the stalls. âRibbons and thimbles and teapots and tools and furniture. All these âmadeâ things. Everywhere.â
Ariel looked around as if noticing the merchandise in a new way. âYou arenât used to so many.â
âNo.â She smiled. âThere wouldnât be room for all this at home. You English are so busyâinventing and building and making. I used to be amazed at all the cargos filling shipsâ holds, but they were nothing to this.â
âYou say âyou English,ââ her hostess replied. âBut youâre part English.â
âBy blood, I am,â Kawena agreed. âBut by feelingâ¦â She shook her head. âPerhaps if Iâd visited as a child, it would be different.â
âMany Englishmen who are posted abroad send their children back here to school. So theyâll know the country.â
âI can see why they would.â
âDoes it make you sad?â Ariel asked, gazing at her from under the brim of her bonnet.
Kawena thought about it. She was certainly sad about her fatherâs death, and her connection to this country had always been through him. But mostly she was thoughtful. Her long journey had shown her so many fascinating things and ideas. âNo,â she said. âItâs an adventure, seeing a new part of the world.â
âI can well imagine.â
Ariel bought a few small things, useful and frivolous. They shared a small apple pie still warm from the oven and stopped to watch a pair of jugglers keep a dizzying array of objects in the air. The sun was well past the zenith when they started back to the house.
âThis was very agreeable,â said Kawena as they walked. âThank you.â
âNo need for thanks,â her hostess replied. âIt was a pleasure to have a friend along.â
In perfect harmony with each other, they left the streets of Oxford behind and entered the lane that led to the house. Halfway there, Kawenaâs eye was caught by movement on the left, and she turned to see a dappled gray horse running across the field. The grace of its gait stopped her in her tracks. âOh, it looks like itâs floating over the grass!â
Ariel paused as well. âSheâs lovely, isnât she? Sheâs our neighbor Mr. Fletcherâs pride and joy.â
The horse came closer. Kawena stepped toward the fence, entranced by the creatureâs beauty. âWe have no horses at home. Iâd seen pictures, but itâs only since Iâve been here that Iâve been close to them. Itâs strange that so large an animal can be not at all frightening.â
The gray approached the fence. She seemed to examine Kawena with one liquid brown eye.
âShe likes you,â Ariel said. âSheâs never come so close for me.â
âIs it all right to touchâ¦?â
âSheâs quite gentle, I think.â
Kawena stepped nearer and set a hand on the horseâs forehead. Her caress was accepted with regal complacence.
âItâs too bad we donât have an apple for her,â Ariel remarked.
âThey like apples?â
âVery much.â
Moved by a sudden whim, the horse tossed her head and trotted off. Kawena watched her go with regret and admiration. âDo you ride horses?â she asked Ariel as they resumed their walk.
âI can,â was the reply.