Forced to sign the Magna Carta, King John reneges and answers the uprising by the foresters by destroying their villages. The Forestwife's skills are called on more than ever. This trilogy concludes with Marion and Robert finally confronting the Sheriff of Nottingham and fulfilling their destinies.
I have seen them! cried Cassandra. Iphigenia! Myrina and her young daughter! They are in terrible trouble . . . taken prisoner on a boat . . . stripped of all weapons! Since the fall of Troy, Myrina has built the Moon Riders into a strong and potent band of warrior women. But the son of Achilles ...
Myrina has prepared for thirteen years to join the Moon Riders—learning the sacred dances, the art of using a weapon, and listening to her mother and grandmother's tales of their time spent with the Moon-maidens. Finally, the day arrives when she will leave her family and devote herself to the Ol...
When Magda was just a baby, her mother was murdered, and her father John brought her to live in the woods with the Forestwife. Here she learned to heal sick people and became skillful in archery and fighting. Now Magda wants a life of adventure beyond the forest. When word comes that Lady Matilda...
Tom went along with them on Rambler, travelling as far as Nottingham, the Bishop’s purse hidden in his jerkin. Magda was soon at her most hated job, digging a rubbish pit, for the Bishop’s overnight stay had left the clearing littered with chewed bones and soiled rushes. She insisted that Brigit ...
“Now,” she asked. “What do you see?” Myrina frowned, still puzzled. “My own face.” “Good. Now let your eyelids droop a little, let your shoulders sink, slow your breathing down, as though you’d like to sleep.” Myrina suddenly felt very tired. “Now tell me, what do you see behind your face?” “I se...
Every part of his body was battered and bruised. The Mercians galloped south, scattering flocks, swinging spears and swords at man or beast that got in their way. These men were pagans who worshipped Woden and Thunor the thunder-god. They made horrible blood sacrifices and he was terribly afraid ...
Thin pointers of dust-filled light pierced the dark corners of the underground village. Fetching the firewood was a pleasure, and Minnie went even more eagerly, glad of a good excuse to get into the warm sunlight. The younger children were sent out to take the pigs to graze. Easter came and the c...