...immortal Minstrels of Wythycombe to sing their requiem, to its disturbed and wandering nature." Years rolled on — the neighbours rarely met — a frown...accidental reconnoitre, for no words ever again passed betweeen them while in this mortal state. It was on a gloomy and gusty evening of December, that Sir...

...neighbours rarely met, and when they did a frown or a scowl alone marked the accidental rencontre, for no words ever again passed between them while in this mortal state. It was on a dark and gloomy night of December, 1540, when Sir Hugh de Creveldt, dozing in his chair after the fatigues...

...immortal minstrels of Wythycombe to sing their requiem to its disturbed and wandering nature.' " Years rolled on. The neighbours rarely met. A frown or a scowl alone marked any accidental rencontre, for no words ever passed between them while in this mortal state. It was on a wild and gloomy...