Sceapig, Kingdom of Kent, 856 AD
Sceapig, Kingdom of Kent, 856 ADEolf sat cross-legged on the bank of ground, an islet within the marshland that he and Normund the bumbling ferryman had chosen for their refuge. How he hated Ealdorman Raedulf for ostracising him here, and how he despised the idea of spying! Not that he was doing much of that. He was more intent on survival, and from that point of view, the marsh was a plentiful food provider. The i***t boatman, whose banal company he would miss, used to make a delicious eel soup.
Eolf considered his plight. Now, he was alone, and he shuddered as he recalled Normund’s atrocious end that he had witnessed from the cover afforded by the reeds.
The sleepy fool of a boatman had allowed the dawn to come and go instead of using the blanket of th
