10
Sorcerer
Thomas strode towards Bebbanburg on the muddy path, his head down against the sheets of rain. After some discussion at Torht’s house, Nectan had sent him to the village to search for Torht. The rest waited at Torht’s holding for word from him. Luckily it was only a twenty minute walk.
Brorda had offered to accompany him, but he refused. He wanted to be alone, to think through his father’s story. To come to terms with the huge rock that had burst through the walls of his life and smashed to bits the cherished memories of his father, leaving him cast adrift, a rudderless ship on a tossing ocean.
Yet he understood Matthew’s desire to run away from the Fey, to deny who he was, for he had felt the same desire himself. When he looked at it objectively, he found himself wavering a
