You knew he was near because you heard the sound of rushing water and the cry of the Lapwing.

“ I am a fenlander, a true fenlander. All true folk of this area carry this token and if in need are sworn to help, unto even their own death, another who carries a grey goosefeather.”

Swans were forbidden. Nobody knew why. There were rumours of sinister ancient magic.

“One night in the fens the moon became curious about the tales she had been told of the many monsters that dwelled in these marshy lands and she wandered too close…”