She rode up the top field in the rain in the last of the light with her sister on a grey pony behind her, because Cerys had got on a horse without asking anybody's permission and had said, "Try it," and there had not been time to argue.
The stone was where it had always been. A grey slab about the height of a man, leaning slightly, with lichen up one side and a sheep track going past it.
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