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Brian and Joe, on a walking holiday, come across a ring of stones - and a warning

12 maidens THE TWELVE MAIDENS “Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath,” said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness. Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group of standing stones, crude, rough-hewn slabs of limestone in a circle. They were grey and lichen-stained. Apa