He walked with a swagger, running thick fingers through wispy blond hair. Ranulf was bending over him. Long Face, riding in front of him now, had been ordered north by King Edward. A dark but fascinating part of history I wasn't aware of prior to reading this book and was inspired to research afterwards. Ralph Maltote, the clerk's messenger, may have nothing in his brains but he was a superb rider with a hunting dog's instinct for threading his way along the twisting roads and paths of England.
They discovered the old Hermitage and asked if they could live there, promising to be no threat to me or mine. And I found no sign of any opiate or poison. Alice, despite the cloying warmth of the room, felt the cold prickle of fear on the nape of her neck. Perhaps we should recommend to the king that he send his justices in Eyre to turn over a few stones and squash whatever crawls out. The sun, surprisingly strong for November, was burning up the mist.
Lavinius slapped his leather riding gloves from hand to hand and walked into the room. Corbett looked back at the old manor with its dressed-stone ground floor and half-timbered upper storeys. Then he began to list the people concerned, starting with Sir Simon Gurney. Corbett winked at Ranulf and Maltote. Sir Hugh Corbett and Ranulf triumph again. I imagine this was because it features such familiar characters as Robin Hood, Little John, Will Scarlett, Maid Marian and, of course, the Sheriff of Nottingham, the evil Sir Guy of Gisborne.
They were still at table when Catchpole strode into the hall, damp and muddied, his bad temper apparent. Sometimes they come in slowly like the night, at others they will rush in to catch the unwary. The next morning his decapitated corpse was found on the beach, his head impaled on a pole. But they all agreed that, in the days before she died, she became withdrawn. He was followed by the cupbearer carrying a great, two-handled ewer brimming with wine which he tasted and placed in front of his master. The more I read of this serie Another thoroughly enjoyable book in the ongoing Hugh Corbett mystery series, with the eponymous hero travelling to Norfolk to deal with murder and intrigue. Were they fanatics, simpletons or saints? Corbett nodded a dismissal at Ranulf and Maltote.
But the last time she refused to see him. At the same time, the pretty young wife of a local baker is found hanging from the gallows. Corbett raised a gloved hand in reply. But he may be able to help us. Had he been on the beach, staring into the stinging spray? He felt rather dowdy in his dark-brown gown till he glimpsed Monck who, as usual, was dressed completely in black.
They skirted the manor and, a short while later, entered the village. Two dogs lay dozing at the entrance to a small barn near a well and some scrawny chickens pecked on the cobbles. Moreover, if a jury was empanelled and he was present, he might discover more about this mysterious place with its strange murders. He gave Corbett the impression of quiet authority. They have a makeshift chapel and a communal refectory. I kept talking to her. But they are a close and secretive people.
First he drew a rough map, showing the line of the coast and the location of different places. Corbett spread his hands out towards the flames and turned to him. Who was disturbing old graves in the churchyard? He leaned back, steepling his fingers, and stared into the fire. Why do horses always give trouble in winter? He had Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the GoodReads database with this name. She saw a light beckoning and could have shouted with joy.
But she had also heard other rumours, of how iron-haired Edward was becoming a harder taskmaster now that he was waging bloody war against the Scots and deeply immersed in a life-and-death struggle with his rival, Philip of France. Gurney and his guests washed their hands in bowls of rose water, wiping them quickly with the towels on the servants' arms. Sudden tidal surges can make trickling streams into full-grown rivers, as King John found to his cost. The woman still danced at the end of the rope; on the deserted shingle, the sightless eyes of the decapitated head continued to gaze into the sea mist which boiled and swirled before it, following the wind inland. He unlocked it and mockingly ushered Corbett through.
On the opposite side of the hearth, Alice watched him closely. He was aware that the villagers were looking at him intently, nudging each other to draw attention to this important man, the king's representative, whom they regarded with a mixture of admiration and awe tinged with a deep suspicion of any outsider. . Again, this novel is based on fact and has been well researched. Then another murder - a headless body is found on the beach somewhat below the high cliff - with the head set on top of a pole beside the body. Gurney pulled his hood back, shook his head and dismounted. He strode over and pushed the reeve away.
The crowd broke up, the women hustling their children back to their cottages, the men remembering that ploughing and harrowing had to be done. The loss of King Johns treasure at the Wash in 1216 is also a large It's 1302 and Hugh Corbett, King Edward I's Keeper of the Secret Seal, is sent to Norfolk to investigate a series of murders. She was the reeve's daughter, one of the first to enter the community. He looked over his shoulder at the priest's house, a large cottage with plastered walls and a thatched roof. Ranulf, still muttering to himself, followed suit.