Chapter 18Wimborne Abbey, Dorset, 715 AD
Experience told Cynethryth that the strength of youth would bring a speedy recovery in Aelfhere. The absence of fever and a return of colour to his cheeks meant she could question without overtaxing him. She put the nagging refrain of Aethelheard's words to her patient, “Do you know why my son said the king needs his hearthweru now more than ever? Is King Ine in danger?”
Aelfhere looked uncertain, but replied, “The king is always in danger, sister. That is why we serve as his hearth-guard.”
The infirmarian fixed him with a penetrating stare, convinced he was withholding something.
“What you say is true but something in particular is troubling Aethelheard and I wish to know what it is.”
Aelfhere had grown up with a deep respect for the woman bef
