Whilst his thegn brother was away at Faversham, Eored finished the well canopy, complete with a winch. Nearby, he had also erected a standing frame fitted with ten hooks ready to receive the buckets he still had to make. Surveying his handiwork, he grunted with satisfaction before taking a well-earned break.
His childhood memory of the spring gushing from the cliff face lingered, so he chose to wander down to the beach to check whether there was still some outflow. Whistling cheerfully, he might have passed the mound of seaweed on the high-tide mark had it not been for Mistig’s bouncing and yapping insistence. What had disturbed the deerhound to make him so jittery? Eored strode over to inspect the brown-green kelp and stopped in his tracks because a foot was poking out from under the fro
