30
Its Breath on My Neck
Theobald slapped Matthew on the back. “You are weary from your journey, I am sure. Come and be seated. The slaves will bring you some ale to refresh you. And you must meet our scop. You and he have much in common, I think.”
He put a heavy arm over each of their shoulders and led them to the table he had been sitting at. Thomas wanted to protest, but it was easier to stop a wave from breaking on the shore than to dissuade the ealdorman. Before he knew it they were seated, each with a large cup of ale plonked down in front of them.
Theobald turned to Godric. “Master Godric, rest your fingers! Come and see who the fates have brought us!”
Godric put down his lyre and neatly leapt off the platform, striding towards them with his face split in a wide grin. “Lord The
