The latest title in the acclaimed Roger the Chapman series When Roger the Chapman discovers he has a hitherto unknown half-brother, he has mixed feelings about the matter. But when John Wedmore is accused of being the young page who, six years earlier, robbed his mistress and murdered a fellow se...
Mid-summer is approaching and Roger the Chapman is on the road, peddling his wares across rural England. Just a few miles from home, he's crossing the river with a ferryman and realizes he is near an abandoned home that his first wife had told him about--a strange murder had taken place there fif...
The new title in the acclaimed Roger the Chapman series Roger is summoned by the Duke of Gloucester to assist in the investigation into the murder of the son of a lady-in-waiting to Margaret, Duchess of Burgundy, who is on a triumphant return visit to London. It seems Roger has no choice but to r...
Roger the traveling chapman should be on his way home to medieval Bristol after a nice summer's peddling. But a request from his duke to escort a bride en route to her betrothed takes him toward Wells, where the groom and his brother have vanished. Roger links the disappearances to the discovery ...
I remember enjoying an earlier book in the series quite a bit. This one was adequate but had a couple of annoying traits. The story is told by a fifteenth-century chapman named Roger and centers on a series of murders in Bristol. The author makes a very good effort to get historical details right...
In fifteenth-century England, a nineteen-year-old itinerant peddler named Roger the Chapman investigates the disappearance of an alderman's son and embarks on an adventure that takes him from country roads to grand mansions. Reprint.
Despite the wintry weather, Roger the traveling Chapman is once again relishing the freedom of his calling. As he journeys west, he finds himself following in the footsteps of an itinerant preacher, Brother Simeon, whose fiery sermons are the talk of the countryside. Roger, who has met the Domini...
The Holy Innocents is book 4 in Roger the chapman series by Kate Sedley. I simply love this series. I'm only sorry that our library doesn't have book one or book three. I searched the kindle library as well and came up empty.The two books I've read work as stand-alone titles, however, you miss ce...
Το δεύτερο βιβλίο της σειράς με τον Ρογήρο τον γυρολόγο, με ελάχιστες αναφορές στο πρώτο, οπότε διαβάζεται άνετα και ευχάριστα! Εκπληκτική ιστορική αναπαράσταση, αληθινοί χαρακτήρες και ο Ρογήρος ο ξεχασιάρης, ο σωματώδης, ο άνθρωπος που παράτησε το μοναστικό σχήμα για να τριγυρίζει σε δάση και λ...
. #12 Roger the Chapman mystery in which Roger is heading home to Bristol with a nearly empty pack, stops in a small village of Lower Brockhurst. There, he hears of an ancient mystery of two travelers who were set upon and killed but not robbed more than a hundred years previously, and a more rec...
The new Roger the Chapman novelWhen the remains of Isabella Linkinhorne, who disappeared twenty years earlier and was known to have had three secret lovers, are discovered on nunnery land, Roger the Chapman is called in. Faced with the task of tracking down three people of whom he knows next to n...
Roger the Chapman returns to London town in the summer of 1475 for a few badly needed days of rest and entertainment after a busy spring spent peddling wares - and solving two murders - along England's southern coast. But, as is often the case for Kate Sedley's popular monk-turned-peddler and ama...
King Edward IV trembles as he decides the fate of his sibling. And Richard, Duke of Gloucester, plots, trying to find a way to save George from being put to death by their eldest - and powerful - brother, the King. So when the Duke sees his old and loyal servant, monk-turned-travelling salesman R...
This is yet another entertaining medieval tale from Kate Sedley. It's 1477 and Roger the Chapman, still on his 'honeymoon'with his new bride in Bristol, England, finds his restlessness returning. Driven by some instinct that he skills as a sleuth are needed, he sets off through Dartmoor to Plymou...
Twenty years ago, he might well have encountered their visitor and friend, Robert Moresby of Gloucester, and, through the latter, met Isabella Linkinhorne. He had been struck by her beauty, she liked him and was by no means predisposed to attach herself to just one man. So somehow, unbeknownst to...
Both beard and hair, the latter modishly cropped just below the ears, were dark brown, shot through with glints of red, and the eyes were that indeterminate shade of blue which in certain lights can easily be mistaken for grey. His tunic of russet-coloured wool was not so short as might have been...
Ever since we had our little discussion on Tuesday morning.’ ‘In – in the Green Lattis?’ I queried, somewhat at a loss. ‘That’s right. You asked me about letting Jasper’s living quarters above the bakery, and I said I didn’t wish to be burdened with renting the place out any longer. I wanted to s...
'Knifed,' he said succinctly. 'Through the heart.' 'What? You must–' I had been going to say: 'You must be mistaken,' but I cut my words off short. I stepped forward to see for myself. Philip was lying on his back, heaved unceremoniously on to the boards by the sawyer and his assistant, the stron...
The heat lay as heavy as a fur across my knees. I was dry, warm and floating on a cloud somewhere between sleeping and waking. I suspected I must have died and gone straight to heaven … But as my other senses began to revive, I realized that heaven could never smell like the Bristol streets on a ...
Apart from Martin Threadgold’s housekeeper, this turned out to consist of Lydia and Roland Jolliffe, the St Clairs, Paulina Graygoss and, somewhat surprisingly, Lionel Broderer. Of William Morgan and the younger members of both families there was no sign. ‘What’s happened?’ I asked. No one seemed...
You young bully! Leave your uncle be!’ He then gave the lad a shove which sent the latter sprawling on the ground and turned to the other, who appeared to my eyes as the slightly younger man. But if he had expected sympathy, he was disappointed. ‘Get up, for Sweet Christ’s sake, Bart! What are yo...
It was barely dawn, and a cold, clinging, grey mist, filtering through interlaced branches of oak and alder, ash and beech, helped my presence to remain undetected as the robbers approached. They walked in single file, their feet making no sound on the thick carpet of last year's leaves, sodden n...
Pigeon pasties, served with dried peas and parsnips, and saffron and honey coffins had all been consumed with hearty appetites despite the recent bereavements and quarrels. Mistress Lynom's tray was brought down from her room with each platter wiped clean, Sir Hugh and his son, dining in state in...
‘Master Chapman, I presume. Please allow me to introduce myself. William Lackpenny, at your service.’ Close to, he was a little older than I had thought him – somewhere around twenty-five would have been my guess, but I don’t believe I ever did learn his correct age. He was good-looking in a foxy...
Hyacinth Chapter Seven The outer courtyard was full of people, the castle being, for the moment, home to two separate households, those of the Dowager Duchess of York and of her youngest son, Prince Richard. With the invasion of France already underway, and with the king and his two brothers maki...
Once inside the city wall, the crowds thickened and she was forced to slow down, making it easier for me to keep her in view. Moreover, she ceased looking over her shoulder, seeming to gain confidence from the close proximity of other people. Not that I thought her really nervous of being followe...
Master Foliot had been entertaining and entertaining lavishly. I remembered the second armchair, the flask of wine, the two fine Venetian glass goblets. (I had presumed they were Venetian, so much of the finest glassware came from Italy. But what did I know?) An important customer he had claimed,...
I bent lower, hoping to catch some of them, but they were too jumbled to make any sense. The weather was worsening and he must be got under cover as soon as possible. I looked up at Ned Stoner, who was peering anxiously over my shoulder. ‘Run and get two of the Burnetts’ men to bring a litter. Me...
The first is a royal wedding, the second, a royal scandal; and just before Christmas of the year of Our Lord, 1477, information reached us in Bristol that the country was shortly to be edified by both. With my wife, Adela, and our two small children, Elizabeth and Nicholas, I was paying a Sabbath...
But before bidding Father Anselm farewell, I returned to the church to ask if we might continue our conversation the following day. ‘There are still so many questions to which I need answers,’ I said. ‘Concerning?’ He raised a ragged eyebrow, in which black and grey hairs were inextricably mixed....
The first night, we slept at Leicester, where the abbey reluctantly provided bed and board for the Dukes of Gloucester and Albany and other such nobles as could be accommodated, without actually turning the monks into the fields to find what comfort they could on the hard ground. Because of Alban...
In spite of its closeness to the butchers’ stalls and slaughterhouses, with their accompanying stench of blood and rotting entrails, the silversmith’s seemed to be prosperous enough and attracting a high-class trade. It made me glad that I had followed Adela’s advice and worn one of the two new s...