“They do,” said Jake, “some things never change over the ages.”
“You have come back to a different age to find me, Jake. These are times of great troubles when Norsemen ravage the land.”
“I had little choice. This brought me here.” He showed the coin. “I had no earlier object.”
“That is no problem now, but before we go… did you come as a hawk?”
“I did. I needed to escape from some over-curious warriors, some leagues to the north.”
“I thought as much. A vision of a hawk settling on this sacred hill brought me here. But come, take my arm, we should go to a safer place and time.”
The air did not vibrate, nor did Jake lose consciousness. They simply stepped through a gap in the air that the shaman created with a gesture of his left hand. Jake recognised the Saxon village he had seen a mo
