A review by rukmini
Warrior Scarlet by Rosemary Sutcliff

4.0

"The sun was westering as he came dipping down into the combe that sheltered the home steading; and all the great, rounded, whale-backed masses of the downs were pooled and feathered with coolness, the shadows of a stunted whitethorn tree reaching across half a hillside, every rise and hollow of the land that did not show at all when the sun was high casting its own long liquid shadow across the gold."