Glyndney and the River Wantsum, Kent 1005 AD
Glyndney and the River Wantsum, Kent 1005 ADFrantic with desperation and grief, Folcwin ran like a madman from the mutilated bodies of one young woman to another. Regardless of his onlooking warriors, a spine-chilling shriek ripped from his throat when he saw the corpse of Imelda, half her face smashed away. Almost blinded by tears, he flung himself to his knees and bent over the lovely spoilt features. Could he be wrong? Desperately dragging his sleeve across his face better to discern the unharmed eye, he gazed down. Gently, his heart beating with hope, he brushed aside the blonde hair and peered at a green, not a lavender-blue eye and spluttered a sob of guilty relief. Whoever the poor girl was, it was not his wife. Glancing at the pendant o
