52
Not Unexpected Company
April 12, AD 643, near Wurthingas
By mid-morning, he met up with Godric back at the bridge. The harper was in a foul temper, so Thomas didn’t bother to converse with him as they pointed their horses’ heads to the southeast, towards Eoforwic. They hoped to make it to Hadrian’s Wall by nightfall and stop at a shelter there, a remnant of Rome’s legions. From there it would take about three days on horseback if the weather cooperated.
As they rode, Godric’s temper improved, and after a couple of hours he was whistling under his breath or humming snatches of songs that came and went on the breeze. But he still looked jumpy. Which didn’t help Thomas’ nerves.
He wasn’t sure what to say to the other Traveller. He needed to know what Godric knew about Wulfram and his
