Carmarthen, A.D. 907
Dilys returned home from the market with her wicker basket neatly packed. She scraped the mud and filth off her shoes on the steel boot-scraper at the side of the door, but she tutted and shook her head, stepping indoors to wrench off the soiled footwear. She would have to wash the boots later. For now, she’d go into the bedroom and find her slippers under the bed. She moved towards the bedroom, paying no attention to the familiar female figure seated in the corner, who had not calculated her presence either. In truth, Lillwen was as commonplace in the room as the furniture.
Dilys opened the bedroom door and gasped, choking back a scream of rage. Her husband was in bed with a young redheaded girl—again! This was the third time she’d caught him in flagrante delicto an
