In 1696 there was a boundary dispute between Lude and the Duke of Atholl.
Thomas Mc Kenzie in Rynakylich was involved in veryifying the boundaries, and fixing March Stones for Rilian-beg, Rilian-more and Rynakylich.
She exalted in finding “baby Jesus” in nativity scenes over Christmas, and since then she’s realized that there are stories about “Jesus all growed up” (as she puts it). This was the first time, though, that Sally had come upon a story of the resurrection. I paused, grasping for some way to help her make sense of the story. Honestly, given that Jesus’ disciples didn’t recognize him after he rose again, the inference actually works pretty well. I try to read Sally stories of Jesus alongside mythology from other religions, such as stories of Vishnu or Zeus, but I suppose I hadn’t thought of the ways that science fiction can play the same function.
Finally, I found one.“Remember how the Doctor regenerated? Anyway, having put the story in a context in which it made sense to her, Sally pointed at the sleeping Roman guards. Darth Vader, the Doctor, even Severus Snape – all of these are fictional characters Sally is growing up with, and at this point, to her, there’s no real difference between what we call “fiction” and what we call “myth.” Jesus, Leia, Vishnu, the Doctor, Artemis, Hermione Granger …
And she hadn't nearly finished her cry when a boy came round the corner to the gym whistling, with his hands in his pockets. Jill suddenly flew into a temper (which is quite a likely thing to happen if you have been interrupted in a cry). "It must be a dream, it must, it must," said Jill to herself.
That was why Jill Pole was crying on that dull autumn day on the damp little path which runs between the back of the gym and the shrubbery. "It's Them, I suppose—as usual," said the boy grimly, digging his hands further into his pockets. There was no need for her to say anything, even if she could have said it. "Now, look here," said the boy, "there's no good us all——" He meant well, but he did talk rather like someone beginning a lecture. Jill couldn't help thinking that the creature at her side was blowing it away. Then, as if satisfied with its work, it turned and stalked slowly away, back into the forest.
Thomas Mc Kenzie, forester, ruins that part committed to him by taking in all the old (adult) horses belonging to husbandmen (farmers) and chapmen (tradesmen) in the county of Atholl.
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