60
Abomination
By late afternoon the clouds dissolved and the sun shone brightly, bringing welcome warmth. But Thomas barely noticed. Exhaustion left no room for anything but trying to keep himself upright as he trudged, stumbling, behind Wulfram’s horse.
The Call rang through his mind a couple of more times as they travelled. Although it was an unwelcome reminder of what he would face that night, it also acted like a splash of cold water, reviving him. As did the sun, which reappeared mid-afternoon, bringing some welcome warmth.
Thomas distracted himself from the exhausting trek by listening to the men’s conversations as they rode. He pieced together that they were sworn to Penda, the pagan king of Mercia, and that Wulfram had engaged them on Penda’s orders to capture the sorcerers wh
