An Unexpected Errand
The lane out of Underhill had never, in all its quiet years, led anywhere worth worrying about. So when the tall stranger paused at the green door and asked Pip to carry a parcel “only as far as the river,” Pip said yes — and only then remembered that the river was three days off, and full of weather.
The parcel was lighter than it looked, and faintly warm, as if something inside had only just stopped being asleep.