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When Sophie woke the next morning, she saw that the milking process was well under way. Cows milled around the holding pen, bellowing impatiently, while waiting for their turn. Others streamed in a contented procession towards distant fields, their hooves a dark path on the frosty ground. Closer, a dairy hand staggered towards the house with two full pails of steaming milk, and beyond him, to Sophie’s right, a stableboy exercised a large roan horse. In the distance, smoke rose from the chimneys of the village houses, weaving lazy patterns against the pale blue sky.