He ran back and picked up a dead bird that had fallen. It was not a duck but a shag.

Edmund: This is the Jane Herrington? Percy: Yes. Edmund: Jane - bury-me-in-a-Y-shaped-coffin - Herrington. Percy: I.., I think maybe there are two Jane Herringtons. Edmund: No... Tall, blond, elegant? Percy: Right, that's right. Edmund: Goes like a privy door when the plague is in town?

Some days later it happened that young Heriotside was stepping home over the Lang Muir about ten at night, it being his first jaunt from home since his arm had mended.

Two years ago a pair of scientists sparked fears of a devastating virus.