“We’re well and truly lost,” Per said to her cousin, Radius. “How I wish we had a map.” They were riding through a forest in the late afternoon.
“Maps of Angleland are as rare as dogs with wings,” replied Radius “Maybe we’ll be able to see where we are at the top of that rise.”
Together the two cousins rode up the hill.
“What a view!” exclaimed Per. The landscape below them lay divided into four sections. A road ran across the countryside horizontally, while a river wound through the area vertically.
“Hmm. Nothing looks familiar,” observed Radius. “And we’re running out of daylight. Let’s camp on that knoll tonight. The grass there looks thick and soft.”