Thane, Kent 997-999 AD
Thane, Kent 997-999 ADThe two riders bearing weapons elicited agitated chattering when they entered the village. Their actions were commonplace: dismounting, leading the horses to the communal stone drinking trough and then, swigging from their leather flasks. One woman sent her son scampering to the nearby fields to alert the toiling menfolk. The side of Folcwin’s mouth twitched, considering she had saved them the minor task of sending for them. All they had to do was wait for the ceorls’ arrival. His companion was already talking to an inquisitive little boy. The sight of such friendliness should settle a few jarred nerves. He watched the thegn lift the boy so that he could stroke the muzzle of the gentle whinnying horse.
“You’d better ask your mother. If she say
