THIRTY-NINE
Siward woke Rosamond with a kiss, as he had every morning for the last year since their wedding. "It is time," he said.
She smiled and stretched, still aching from the pleasure of last night's lovemaking. "So it is."
When they were both dressed, Siward opened the flap of their pavilion and led her out into the temporary village of tents that had sprung up beside the Wall.
The road ended where the hedge began, as it had for as long as anyone could remember, except Rosamond. But now it was time to make new memories, which was why half the kingdom had come to see the spectacle. For today, their beloved queen would open the door to the outside world.
Letting go of Siward's arm, Rosamond approached the Wall. She traced a small circle on the hedge, spiralling outward until sh
