March, 736 AD
Leg dangling over the wall, the other bent at the knee, Begiloc sat against a stone arch staring at the cloister well.
"Why me? Three years away! Bloody missionaries! Abbess Leoba. Resolute? Nay, stubborn! Thought I"dfind Denehard and Lull, plead my case and be back in Wimborne. They"re away evangelising, sending demons back to Hell."
An idle brush of his hand swept a centipede off the wall.
"All this Church business: new bishoprics in Thuringia; Archbishop Boniface behind it.; consecrated another monk, Burchard, like Robyn from Malmesbury – made him Bishop of Würzburg. Typical bad luck! Bishop"s a close friend to Denehard; made him his chaplain. So I"m here and he"s there!"
Drawing his hand-seax from his belt, Begiloc sighed.
"What about Lull? Off to a monastery up nor
