Once they had set the drip up, and the first flushes of anything resembling a natural colour returned to Princess Fedelmid’s face, Judas ushered his angel friend away. He had done more than expected – again, and it was up to Judas now to watch over her. He knew who had attacked her and he knew why, but he still had no idea who had sent the Beast. If it was the Silent King, he would have the forces of the Iceni, the massed ranks of the Under Folk and the might of the Black Museum against him. But the Silent King was not stupid, far from it. It was not him; he wouldn’t make a mistake like that. That left only Boudica. But where was she?
againSergeant Lace was sitting in the passenger seat of a dilapidated Ford transit van. It was one of Scotland Yard’s fleet of unmarked vehicles, and althou
