Chapter 6 Lindenstruth

 

Dusk was falling in the German forest when Nicholas heard the faint strains of a complex tune on the evening breeze. Baird paused for a few moments and smiled, as though he were familiar with the music. He then nudged his horse into a quicker pace, leaving Nicholas to wonder what was happening. He could hardly call out for Baird to wait and any hope of writing was out of the question. There was simply too much bouncing around atop the horse to juggle a slate and chalk.

By the time he caught up . . .

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