The Village of the Poes (Page 30)

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Glen Smith:
…Sundown Castle…where the Earl of Rutland lives…which direction is it?
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Old woman:
…Never heard of it.
Glen Smith:
But it must not be far from here! I can't have gotten lost in the mists for that long!
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Glen Smith:
What kind of village is this, exactly? Not one stalk of wheat or bean! No cattle whatsoever, and not a single human voice! Who governs here, and how does anyone earn their keep? Perhaps you make jam or perfume from all these roses?
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Old woman:
We call this place the Village of the Poes.
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Old woman:
We raise roses for our keep.
Glen Smith:
Roses? Just these splendid red roses?
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Old woman:
You are an outsider, sir. Within this village, we have our own ways of doing things. Going back hundreds and hundreds of years. That's how we have come to be…we've survived by raising roses.