CHAPTER 36“She is a witch,” said Brother Daniel.
Once, on the night I had first come to the isle, he had made the same accusation against me, when Hereward had boasted about my astronomical skills. The immediate reaction of the men, and the even more terrifying tongue-lashing of my husband had ensured that it was never repeated. And in fact, Daniel and I were now friends, since I had deliberately chosen to help him in the infirmary.
“She is a witch.” This time there was amazement and genuine loathing, rather than mere disapproval in his voice. And Hereward only nodded. He was tight-lipped, as I had rarely seen him, and I could not blame him for that; I could not blame him at all.
We were standing on a minor hillock to the south-west of the isle, opposite the main concentration of the Ki
