DATA
Berta was smug. The abbot had sent one of his men to order a special piece. That would show those i***t weavers in Aniane just who made the best cloth.
It was the ninth of May and Sylvia had commandeered the observation area. She had forgotten to book it, but she didn’t care. It was the perfect night for watching. Uranus, Mars and Saturn created a gentle curve pointing downwards, towards the rising moon. Neptune was there, too, invisible to the naked eye, but completing the curve and making it whole. When it aligned with their curve, the lunar eclipse would be over.
Sylvia’s angel-bow lips pursed lightly in concentration as she pondered recording secular acceleration. If she could refine delta T then she could expand the time travel envelope back two thousand more years. It wouldn’
