Rhys smiled at the expression on his son's face, and led him back downstairs, and out the front door, so that the farmhouse Kurloz had floo'd into. The barn was across a field, and there was a small stone outbuilding, too, probably where the artist's studio was.

And, of course, a herd of goats. There's fifteen to twenty of them out in one of the pastures now, including several kids a few months old, who were born in the early spring. These young ones leap about and play, mostly ignored by the more stolid, older goats.