the Tuesday before Whitsun, at None
I walked into my yard today and saw the boundary stone has moved two full paces onto my land. Frost does not move a stone that heavy. Juliana dragged it in the night. God's truth, I will have the bailiff walk the line.
Nota scribaeHe tapped the table with two fingers until I had written every word.

The ground was soft from the thaw, you stubborn fool. Nobody touched your precious stone.
Do not let them steal an inch, Robert. I will send a lad to help move it back.