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Can we do anything for her, Father?

No, not much, in fact, Kevin.

She's just worn out.

Like the others.

Did you say there were some more old
horses coming, Dr. Gray?

Yes, yes, later on today.

There'll be lots of room when we get the
extra land.

If we get it. Oh, it's all arranged,
Amy.

It's the small farmers and I. I'm buying
Parthens Field as common grazing land.

Then they're going to let me use part of
it as a home of rest for horses.

Speak up, young man. Who are you?

I'm Albert Clifton. I live with Dr.
Gorder at York Cottage and his family.

Abel, what are you doing in my barn?
Just exploring.

They say in the village it's haunted.
And it looks sort of, well, old and

interesting. Old and interesting. Oh,
well, well, yes, yes, it is. That it is.

Well, I'm sorry I startled you. I
thought you were one of those young

Now I see you're a true scholar.

Well...

Whittery is the name.

Arthur P.

Whittery.

Maybe you've read one of my books.

Good day, Doctor.

Hello, Mr. Bridges.

Well, am I the first here?

Yes, the only one so far.

Right, now tell me, where exactly is
this land to be auctioned this

It's between my paddock and the trees
and on over the hill.

You know, it passes pale.

Oh, why, I...

Should fetch a pretty penny, eh? Yes.

That's why we're having this meeting
before the auction.

Oh, look. Here's someone else.

Ah, yes. Looks like Mr. Hempel, the
lawyer from Five Oaks.

Good day to you, Miss Winthrop. Good
day.

Well, the horses are starting to arrive,
I think. Yes, and some of them are in a

shocking state, and they all need food
and medical attention.

Well, the doctor's the right man to take
care of that.

It's a good idea of his to use Parton
Field as a sanctuary for them.

How old is it?

Well, it's difficult to say, really. I
would say four or five centuries.

About 50 years before Columbus
discovered America.

Now, you look here.

Now, you see that mark?

Now, that is a medieval carpenter's
mark. It's a sort of signature.

A hand holding a spear.

What does it mean?

Well, it's a clue to his name.

Holding a spear.

Or Shakespeare.

Perhaps his name was Shakespeare.

He could have been an ancestor of
William's.

Shakespeare?

I want that field to link up my east and
west pastures, and I mean to get it.

I take it you intend to bid against me?

No, it isn't that, Mr Armstrong. Then
what is the purpose of this meeting?

To reap the bidding so that the land
goes for less than its worth? Well,

a disgraceful thing to say.

We intend to pay a fair price for the
land.

I think we should listen to Dr. Gordon.

Well, I'm speaking for these gentlemen
as well.

They're local people with small holdings
and they need grazing land urgently for

their sheep and cattle. There's the
common field.

Oh, that's not nearly big enough.

They've asked me to bid for them as a
group in order to preserve the land for

the village.

I see.

So the reason I'm here is to ask me not
to bid at all.

If I'd known that, I wouldn't have come.

Now we've got all these old horses, can
we ride them?

No, Albert, they're too old. One of them
can't even stand.

What's wrong with Squire Armstrong?

I don't know, but I've seen it before.

When people talk about buying land, they
get all angry.

There's not much to do here.

Let's go to the old barn.

The barn?

The old barn at Beacon Hill. It was
built by Christopher Columbus.

Shakespeare or somebody.

All right, Albert.

If Armstrong is determined to get it for
himself, well... I think

I may see a way out of your difficulty,
gentlemen.

Armstrong would know better than to bid
against me.

What if I were to acquire that land?

At a fair price, of course.

Well, for what reason?

I'm no farmer.

I could charge each of you a small sum
for grazing rights.

That's extremely generous of you, Mr.
Hample.

I'd like to help.

There's no other motive?

Only one, Doctor.

Those old horses of yours.

I admire what you're trying to do.

I'd like to build a stable and shelter
for them.

Then everyone in the county could bring
their animals to be looked after, free

of charge.

I don't know what to say.

I only ask that none of you bids against
me at the auction.

Oh, there's no fear of that. I'll back
you for war.

Don't be long, Kevin. I'll be back in
time for tea.

Mr. Widdery.

What do you want?

Oh, bless me if it isn't Albert.

I brought my friend Kevin to come and
see your collection.

I hope you don't mind.

No, no, not at all. Come.

Where is he? Oh, he just went off on
beauty up to see the old barn.

He should be very long. Oh, well, come.

Come, come, come. Go on, boy.

Shakespeare.

I told you we would get that land cheap.

Dr. Gordon won't bid for it now.

But that only leaves Armstrong.

I can deal with him.

And we can charge what we like for
grazing. Or sell it again at a profit.

Hey, what was all that nonsense about
home for aged horses?

It's not nonsense at all. It's a golden
opportunity.

How? As a farmer, you must know that,
surely.

All over the country, people pay good
money for old horses.

They sell them for their hide and hooves
and the bones for fertilizer.

We'll have an unlimited supply free.

We can send off three or four to the
slaughterhouse every week with no one

the wiser.

What the hell, sir?

He's something, weren't he?

Help, Bitsy, help!

Who was

it?

Nothing to worry about.

It was only a horse.

Dr. Gordon, son, isn't it?

Yes, and when I tell him what you're
doing... But you are not going to tell

are you?

He's only a boy, Desire. What are you
going to do to him?

Nothing.

That's going to make quite sure he stays
here for a while, that's all.

But you heard everything.

You'll tell the doctor when he gets out.

Let him.

After the auction, he can say what he
likes.

The lamb will then be ours, and nobody
can do a thing about it. What you're

doing is wrong.

It's just business.

My father trusted you.

He worked for years to get a home for
those horses.

Sentimental rubbish.

The horse is just a work animal.

When it's past its best, you get what
you can for it. Time out, Bridges. All

right, Mr. Hemple.

Hey,

Hemple.

Going to the auction, Mr. Armstrong?

I haven't decided whether to go or not.

Not decided?

That fool of a doctor.

He's turned that piece of land into a
local issue.

If I buy it, I'll have all the small
farmers and most of the county against

Yes, it would create very bad feelings.

Well, as a magistrate, I don't want a
reputation for bullying my neighbours.

I wish them joy of it.

Where did you get all these things from,
then?

Oh, picked them up over the years.

There's a story behind each one of
these.

Well, now, tea's made. I don't think we
can wait any longer for your young

friend. Now, you sit down. We'll have
ours, shall we?

I wonder where he's got to.

He says he's only going out to the old
barn. Then he can come straight back

here. Ah, well.

Manners, manners.

Here you are now. Have a cake.

That's a good boy.

Beauty. Trust Kevin not to be late for
his tea.

Kevin!

Where's Kevin?

What's happened?

Kevin must be in trouble.

I'm going to the old barn.

Can't get her to eat, Doctor.

Oh, she's too tired, Amy.

Just slowly giving up.

Well, at least when Mr. Hempel builds a
shelter, they'll have somewhere to go.

Yes, I'm very grateful to him.

Hey! Albert, up here!

Amy! In here, Albert.

Kevin, what are you doing in there?

They locked me in. Who?

Bridges and Mr. Hempel, they're crooks.

What? They're trying to cheat Father and
all the others.

Get me out of here, hurry!

No use, Beauty.

I had to find something to knock it down
with.

That's it, beauty.

Go on.

Come on, boy.

Back. Kick it.

Well done, boy.

Come on.

The ladder.

It's gone. They must have hidden it.

Can't you get up somehow?

It's too high.

Hurry, it's nearly time for the auction.

Beauty, you have to help me. Come on.

Good evening, madam.

Good evening, Mr. Howard. Mr. Howard,
would you care to come inside? Oh, thank

you, I would indeed, yes.

Good evening,

Mr. Howard.

the auctioneers here.

No sign of Squire Armstrong, I see.

Somehow I doubt if he will come.

Just a little more beauty.

Good boy.

My soul, what's going on up there? What
are you doing?

Back, beauty, back.

They locked Kevin in.

Locked in? What are you talking about,
locked in? Who by?

Mr. Bridges and Mr. Hample. What time is
it? Oh, wait a minute, boy, wait a

minute.

Just around four o 'clock. Why?

It's time for the auction.

Auction, auction, what are you talking
about?

Auction, what auction? Go on, beauty.

Now look here, young Albert, you don't
leave this place till I know what this

all about.

Come here, boy! Go on, Kevin, as fast as
you can. Twice up the auction. What

land is being sold?

Parsonsfield, beyond the doctor's house.

Parsonsfield, Parsonsfield.

Oh, that's very interesting.

Off you go, boy.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are met to
dispose of a valuable property, over

12 acres of excellent grazing land known
as Parsonsfield.

Will somebody start the bidding at 50
guineas an acre?

Oh, come, gentlemen.

We all know the true value.

Well, shall we say 45 guineas, then?

Gentlemen, please.

Will no one start the bidding?

Come, say, 30 guineas an acre.

Now,

you look through that box, my lad.

Excuse me, but what am I supposed to be
looking for?

Oh, it's obvious, obvious.

What are you doing?

Oh,

bless my soul, you found it.

Brilliant. I knew you were a true
scholar.

Scholar?

25 guineas an acre.

You've got a real bargain there, Mr.
Hemphill.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Stop him.

Too late, my young friend. Too late.

You don't understand.

He's swindling you. He's not going to
let anyone use that land.

He only wants the old horses so that he
can sell them.

Advise your son to take care of what he
says, Doctor.

Just a moment, Mr. Hemple.

Is there any truth in this?

You are going ahead with the home
arrest?

Unfortunately, the situation has
changed.

It is not now possible.

Mr. Hemphill!

The old horses! What am I to do with
them? That's your affair.

It's no concern of mine. Stop the sale!

It's too late!

Mr. Bridges and I have fought for that.

I must tell you now that anyone who
wishes to graze on the parson's field...

will have to pay one -tenth of the value
of his stock.

And if you want to get together to buy
it back, it'll cost you double.

You can't do that. I know the law, and
it's on my side.

You may know the law, sir, but there is
one thing you have overlooked.

What's that?

The parish rules of 1540, when the land
was first bought from the church. That's

why it's called Parsonsfield.

What does it say?

Briefly, that the field may not be sold
again during any buyer's lifetime, and

that anyone in the parish may graze his
animals free of charge.

Well, gentlemen, it looks as though
you're going to be public benefactors in

spite of yourselves.

You fool!

Why, may we offer you some refreshment?
It would be very kind of you, Doctor.

Alhamdulillah.