Chapter 3

“Is she enjoying it here?”

“Oh, yes. She loves all these sort of events. Right now, she’s busy producing some epic masterpiece of calligraphy. Allegedly. Or possibly being bludgeoned to death with a crucifix by a monk who can’t take any more questions.”

“Sounds like she’s a bright kid.” He took a last drag on his rollie, looked at it regretfully and stubbed it out carefully on the wall. “Right. Back to the berserkergang. Enjoy the rest of your day. Maybe I’ll see you around? Are you staying on the island?”

He looked hopeful. I hated to dash it. “No, we’ve been staying in a cottage just over the causeway for the last week, but we’re due off home tomorrow morning. But I expect you have to go off and pillage somewhere else tomorrow anyway?”

“Actually, we’re camping out in the priory grounds for the night, and we’ll be around all day tomorrow. We’re doing a small-scale re-enactment of the 793 raid, if you’re interested.”