Ursula was quite absorbed in her song, when suddenly Gudrun stopped and said mildly, ironically:

‘Ursula!’

‘Yes?’ said Ursula, opening her eyes out of the trance.

Gudrun was standing still and pointing, a mocking smile on her face, towards the side.

‘Ugh!’ cried Ursula in sudden panic, starting to her feet.

‘They’re quite all right,’ rang out Gudrun’s sardonic voice.

On the left stood a little cluster of Highland cattle, vividly coloured and fleecy in the evening light, their horns branching into the sky, pushing forward their muzzles inquisitively, to know what it was all about.