In the Reeds

For snapebraille4tu - scene soon after arriving in Barton, Marianne/Brandon


The air is heavy and hot. My hands are dry and the flesh on them aches; though it is romantic to pledge oneself to working in the fields, I fear that I have made a grave mistake in attempting it.

He is here somewhere. Behind me, I presume. It is confusing, and I dislike being in a state of bewilderment. I do not understand what he could want with me: we are entirely different.

The Colonel hands me a knife. I thank him, because I should and because it was thoughtful. Though still, I cannot read anything in his silence.