A braided, yellow ribbon, sewn with tiny gems.
My mouth opened, soundless at first, then gasping, and gasping again. Another storm filled my ears, rushing, swelling, endless. “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, twisting with the awful, unbearable thing I had found. “Jesus Christ.”
Leofric said, “What—?”
And Siward interrupted him savagely, “She did not know! She would not believe me!” He strode up to the dais and seized me by both arms. “You didn’t, did you? That is why you behaved so, said all those things! For God’s sake, Torfrida, what do you take me for?”
A queer, animal noise burst from my throat.
“Leave her!” Leofric said sharply. And as soon as the fingers slackened on my arm, I was away, bolting for the door, away from the tragedy I had not foreseen and would never be able to run from. The dreadful finality of death was upon me at last, and now, now, I was lost.
Hereward is dead.
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