Thirty years ago, when the Loslimor family
sold their rural estate, the manor, and its 900 acres passed
hands several times in quick succession before being
forgotten by any single landowner. Left with no lord or
income, the dozens of peasant families occupying the land
gradually drifted away, abandoning the estate—or so most
believe. Every spring, new rows of flax grow in spiralling
fields surrounding Langitheath, interrupted by vast runes or circles of flattened plants. Some travellers tell stories of passing near the estate and seeing small figures capering amid the fields, or of encountering strange children with eyes as cold and blue as flax flowers.