Two moons into the spring of the following year, I began my search for my brother and his six fellow-monks, without whom my scheme was worthless. After a further two months of searching in the most mountainous part of the kingdom, we chanced upon a small settlement whose name, in the old Brittonic tongue I cannot remember, but the people there directed us towards the sea where it eats into a great bay. They were insistent that the monks bearing the saint’s coffin had left the hamlet days before to head to the coast to a place known as Aldingham. Feeling that our trail was warm, my group of ten horsemen hastened to the fishing village of that name. News that the brothers had departed the day before compensated for my acute disappointment at not finding Galan and his companions; we were almo