TWENTY-FOUR
LOUTH, LINCOLNSHIRE, 2021 AD
Frustrated in his attempts to find a link between the Oak King, lang dun, Werburgh and Saxon crosses, Jake was on the point of giving up. Eleven days had passed since Alice had suggested the possibility and there was precious little to show for his efforts. Whether his tenacity was a virtue or just pig-headed stubbornness, he still hadn’t decided. He mulled over what he’d found out.
First of all, they knew that according to legend Werburgh had buried the Treasure of the Abbey of Ely. He didn’t doubt the legend; it must be fact, because they’d found the dove and he, despite lack of solid proof, felt that the psalm pointed to the treasure. It was historical fact— and he’s witnessed it—that Werburgh died in 700 at Loundon and that her remains were t
