Three miles up the river Thames from the centre of Oxford, some distance from where the great colleges of Jordan, Gabriel and Balliol, and two dozen others contended for mastery in the boat races, out where the city was only a collection of towers and spires in the distance over the misty levels of Port Meadow, there stood the priory of Godstow, where gentle nuns went about their holy business; and on the opposite bank from the priority there was an inn called the Trout
La Belle Sauvage by Phillip Pullman
I knew I was close to finishing The Falcon of Sparta but I didn’t think I would finish it during my lunch! Another book down for the year. 📚
I’m almost finished The Falcon of Sparta though, but better late than never.
The mountain cradled the city like a mother with a child in her lap. Before climbing the steps to the great plateau, Cyrus decided to lead his personal guard to the river. The Spartans left their armour and weapons on the bank and charged into the water, gleefully washing away the dust and sweat of four hundred miles.
— The Falcon of Sparta by Conn Iggulden