Jake sat at the desk in Andrew’s study and stared bleakly at the untidy trail of cuttings and photocopies he had spread across its surface. He had wasted more than an hour trying to establish where King Aldfrith was buried and had got no nearer to solving this self-imposed puzzle. He ran through what he knew. Prior to the Victorian reconstruction, the medieval church with Saxon and Norman elements was in poor condition. In the Middle Ages, a fresco proclaimed that the king was buried in the chancel. Excavations disproved this. The king’s grave might be outside the north wall, but he had no way of establishing this.
Quite why he was so set on finding the royal burial, he was unsure, but the nagging feeling persisted that if he could find the king, he might end the hauntings at Ebberston. T
