The realm has an idiom for everywhere, and the north is one of its two ends. From the Finger to the Northern Marches is what a man says when he means the whole of Britannia, and the phrase is old enough that most people who use it have never been within two hundred miles of either term. The southern end of it is a headland. The northern end of it is this: a stretch of upland, wet country and wood, with a market town in the middle of it, several thousand people living in it, and a great deal of ground in it that nobody enters.
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Book VI, chapter 1
The March, and Where It Begins
29 min read
Book VI, chapter 4The Town, the Priory, and the Market
19 min read
Book VI, chapter 13The High Wold, and the Ground Above the Drove
19 min read
Book VI, chapter 14The Barrows, and Why Shepherds Move the Flock
13 min read
Book VI, chapter 15Gant Fell, and What Is Said to Be on It
13 min read
Book VI, chapter 16Wet Country, and How It Is Crossed
15 min read
Book VI, chapter 17The Meres, the Ferrylords, and the Reed Rights
17 min read
Book VI, chapter 19The Wood, the Verderers, and the Court in the Open Air
13 min read
Book VI, chapter 24The Places That Do Not Come Back
13 min read
Book VI, chapter 32The Ruins of the March, and Which Are Which
12 min read