On page 356 and 357, what is Agnes and Bartholomew seeing? “”She turns in her saddle and sees: dropping grey clouds pierced by long poles, shuddering in the breeze, topped by things that look, for a moment, like stones or turnips. They are blackened, tagged, oddly lumpish. They give off, to her, a thin, soundless wail, like trapped animals. Whatever can they be? Then she sees that the one nearest her seems to have...