Rolling Downs

In Memoriam: Posy Hartwell, Who Wrote the Downs Into Our Kitchens

Clementine Ferrow-Aldworth remembers her friend and fellow Downs columnist Posy Hartwell, who died at Brindle Lake, mother of three and the gentlest voice in these pages. A life measured in outings, warnings about pegasus foals, and the steady insistence that the little ones belonged out in the world.

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I Am Giving the Key Back

Luna, the flood-relief volunteer named the smallest recipient of the Key to the City of Vaelthir on record, writes to say she is returning it. The ceremony, she says, came with a speech and a key and nothing else, while the Fenwater flood victims and the Greymane Market fire families are still waiting on the help the capital promised and never sent.

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Editorial: Somebody Tell Me Why the Pirate Is Talking to My Son

A Rolling Downs mother writes in to say that the serpent-pirate they call Rain has been turning up at the edge of the fields, sweet as honey, and putting the idea in children’s heads that hunting the tuskboars in the Whispering Groves is some kind of glory worth trekking clear across Wexamour for. She would like it to stop.

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