Chapter SixteenSitting in the small office, Mark laid out the manorial rolls detailing the assets of Richard De la Croix. Jenny, standing beside him, peered down and scratched her head. “How on earth can you read any of that?”
He shrugged. “Practise. Lots of it.” Turning to the many notes he had made, he ran his finger down the first page and stopped. “There's not a lot to go on, but he owned a farm, had tenants, and seemed to be very comfortable. The interesting thing is, only a few years earlier there is no mention of him. Nothing at all.”
“What does that mean?”
“It could mean any number of things. Medieval records aren't all that reliable. You have to fill in the gaps yourself; use a bit of detective work.” He pulled up another roll and ran his finger over it. “Here, it mentions the
