The Pilgrim's Road
The black knight followed us for three days without speaking, without approaching, without doing anything except following. He was a dark shape against the Yorkshire landscape—a silhouette against the grey sky, a shadow against the green hills, a figure on a black horse that appeared at the edge of our caravan every evening and was gone every morning, like a dream you can't quite remember when...
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