CHAPTER 46Outside in the dark stillness, an owl hooted, bringing me back to my own surroundings. Abruptly, I sat up on the bed, pushing impatiently at the hair in my eyes.
This was achieving nothing, leading me nowhere: my memory was wayward, dragging up all sorts of details and events that were not relevant here. Somehow I had to sift through the flood, extract only what was important to my theory. To prove, or disprove, and quickly...
I had found Robert de Horepol, of course, and enlisted his help since I was unwilling to risk the men’s recent pardons in the sort of rescue-attempt they were all desperate to perform. A decent man, as Deda had described, he had immediately understood Hereward’s danger, and defended him from Warenne in a spirited enough manner to convince me that he and h
