Sondwic, Kent 1005-08 AD
Sondwic, Kent 1005-08 ADFolcwin heard his wife before he saw her as it took a while for his eyes to adjust to the obscurity of the cavern.
“In my haste to flee Glyndney, I forgot to bring a candle and a tinderbox.”
“You must be chilled, Imelda, without fire,” he paused, surprised at making out another woman in the gloom. “Who is this?”
“It’s Alruna, Egil’s wet nurse. Did you not wonder why I hobbled two horses?”
Folcwin had indeed wondered but not arrived at so obvious an explanation.
“Come, I must take you to Sondwic for a hot meal and a soft bed.”
Imelda’s voice contained a warming hint of a smile,
“We may have been cold but never once felt threatened. How many times I blessed you for your foresight, husband. But what of the Vikings? Have they gone? Is it
