Going Left

"Me too," Fred said, deciding that there was no point in telling Astra about the strange feeling that he was putting down to a bad sausage.

The witless serf kept a respectful silence in the presence of his betters.

The three of them went left, helping themselves to a few windfall apples on the way. Emerging from the orchard, they found themselves:

1. On the edge of a small town.
2. Facing the angry owner of the orchard, who accused them of stealing his apples.
3. Nowhere in particular.

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