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They do reach the Clyde by nightfall, though too late to cross at the ford. There's just light enough left for hunting: dusk, with rabbits coming out. William has them a supper in no time. And the rain has stopped, more or less. A dry-enough night for a cooking fire, and it's not a bad prospect, spreading out the sheepskins and blankets to sleep on.

Cold, though. It would have been nicer traveling a month ago, or even just a couple of weeks.
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Date: 2016-10-25 12:15 am (UTC)
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But Percy's plenty used to that. It's a good feeling, even: the rain, the dirt, the fire. That's one of the problems with Milliways, he thinks: everything is so easy.

"And where seek we tomorrow?"

Date: 2016-10-25 12:46 am (UTC)
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"I have not," Harry replies. And for the first time, it occurs to him: "But how shall I return to Milliways? Must we back to Stirling?"

Date: 2016-10-25 01:01 am (UTC)
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"Oh." Huh. "I know not-- perhaps?"

Date: 2016-10-25 01:16 am (UTC)
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"I have not left-- not above some few hours," Harry says. "Well! I shall find my way to Stirling if I must."

And... break into the castle? Well, it would definitely be exciting.

Date: 2016-10-25 01:22 am (UTC)
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Harry shrugs. What does William take him for, a person with abstract curiosity about the world and the drive to undertake research and find out the answers?

(well he is dating someone like that)

"Think not of it," Harry says. "We shall turn to such questions when we must."

Date: 2016-10-25 01:30 am (UTC)
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Harry nods. Castle, Milliways, same idea.

"When shalt thou return again?"

Date: 2016-10-25 01:35 am (UTC)
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"Thou'rt fond of it? Of Milliways? Thou'rt eager to return?"

He's never been sure what he would have made of Milliways if he'd had the freedom to come and go-- how readily he would have gone back.

Date: 2016-10-25 01:41 am (UTC)
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"The people there, ay, they are well enough. --in the main." Some of them... are not.

Date: 2016-10-25 03:34 am (UTC)
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"Ay, a friend-- Feuilly, a Frenchman."

(actually he probably should have left a note for Security purposes, but-- oh well, X will forgive him)

Date: 2016-10-25 03:38 pm (UTC)
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"He doth. They did live and die together."

At the second thought, he lifts his brows and asks, "And who says so?"

Though he suspects he knows the answer.

Date: 2016-10-25 05:06 pm (UTC)
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"Yes," Harry says, briefly distracted from the fact that William is obviously talking about Moriarty by how completely he empathizes with that feeling. "It is. It is."

Date: 2016-10-25 05:49 pm (UTC)
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"Hast thou no lads to ride with thee for England? --for I am no fool, I know well wherefore thou wouldst venture on this southerly course."

Date: 2016-10-25 06:40 pm (UTC)
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Harry can't help but grin. Who doesn't hate the Nevilles?

"If thou wouldst fight--" Oh he shouldn't say this. "Look you, it is an easy thing to set in motion some small skirmish."
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