CHAPTER 6I was so used to being clever. I had thought I could study astronomy for a week or so, and then work it all out for myself. After my first visit to Peterborough, I felt very childish and foolish. But more determined than ever.
Of course, I could not keep visiting the Abbey in isolation if I did not wish to excite too much curiosity. Even though the adults were increasingly distracted by tidings that the Bishop of Hereford was marching against the turbulent Prince Gruffydd of Wales — apparently an ally of the Earl of Mercia’s son Aelfgar — I still felt obliged to cover my tracks with other expeditions and visits, and yet still deny any pleasure or interest in the country. Which was how we came to be in the city of Lincoln on a market day.
I liked Lincoln. Big and bustling with no
