Wednesday, November 30, 2005
503
Sir Mortimer fumes
I am still cooling my heels in a Silchester cell.
I Hate Ulfius like some men hate the Saxons.
Sir Marmaduke hits the highway
The Saxons finally came, and fair Hatfield was burned to the ground! With nothing left, I leave for a life of errantry on the only horse left to us.