Instead of turning in at the manor gates, George continued with the villagers for a while and turned off to the west, ascending the meadows until he reached the start of the woods. The sun had almost vanished, only the afterglow still shining from the ridge behind him. He looked down the slope eastward, the direction of his home a couple of weeks ago, just a few miles and another world away.
Greenway Court’s lights were visible to his left, behind the dark wall of the palisade, and to his right below him, along the stream, the lights of Greenhollow shimmered. Beyond them, to the east, was darkness.
He reached out and felt for the ways. The one he destroyed last night was truly gone, but he could still find the one he had arrived through, unchanged. I could go home and visit, he thought.
