all-intent

Updated: May 19, 2025

And Andrew, looking with all his eyes, saw indeed. There, in front, by the fretting waters of the Tarn, packed in a solid phalanx, with every head turned in the same direction, was a flock of sheep. They were motionless, all-intent, staring with horror-bulging eyes. A column of steam rose from their bodies into the rain-pierced air.

Alfred Ollivant - Bob, Son of Battle