Tame Weorth, 720 AD.
When ambition is overweening and fails to consider the needs of others, he who is consumed by it performs wicked deeds.
Heardberht strode into the king"s hall, wondering about the charter he was supposed to witness. To be truthful, he resented having to make the journey from Elmet to Tame Weorth just to place a signature on a document. He was too wise, however, to voice any such reservations.
“Heardberht! What in Thunor"s name are you doing in Tame Weorth? You idle oaf! You ought to be building up Miercian defences in Elmet.”
The offended party stared at King Æthelbald, his brother, prowling towards him, between the tables laid out for dining, with the mien of a hungry lion preparing to spring on its helpless prey.
“Brother, my king, have you forgotten? You summon
