Thoughtlessly, he slid his hand into the pocket of his jacket and closed his fist over the rune. An atrocious giddiness made his head swim, and he feared tottering into the viscous depths. He need not have worried because strong hands hauled him up the bank to a track where a tarmacked road would one day run. Behind him, a spring gurgled splashing clean, fresh water into the depths of the earth. He struggled to free himself, but he was clamped by two Saxon warriors whose angry faces peered into his. One of them said something, but it was incomprehensible to him – Old English.
Oh God, it’s happened again– retrocognition! I’m back in Anglo-Saxon times!
Oh God, it’s happened again– retrocognition! I’m back in Anglo-Saxon times!He begged them to release him, but they were unable to understan
