From the world’s best-selling author of comedy historical mysteries comes another largely pointless excursion.
Medieval Shrewsbury is surely no place for murder. Not in this charming town would investigative monks wander around bothering people over every little incident.
When Brother Hermitage arrives at Shrewsbury in the summer of 1068 something is up. Or rather down. Gilder, the great merchant is dead and Hermitage’s urge to investigate is overwhelming.
His companions, Cwen and Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry think this is a very bad idea.
So does the whole town Moot. And the sheriff and the rest of the population.
And then there are the nuns. Hermitage has never been strong in the face of adversity and an adverse nun is more than he can cope with. A whole order of them is something to be strenuously avoided.
But there is always his duty. It’s got him into trouble so many times; why should Shrewsbury be any different?
“Like Cadfael meets Clousseau.”
“Terry Pratchett does 1066.”
“Rampant silliness.”
Medieval Shrewsbury is surely no place for murder. Not in this charming town would investigative monks wander around bothering people over every little incident.
When Brother Hermitage arrives at Shrewsbury in the summer of 1068 something is up. Or rather down. Gilder, the great merchant is dead and Hermitage’s urge to investigate is overwhelming.
His companions, Cwen and Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry think this is a very bad idea.
So does the whole town Moot. And the sheriff and the rest of the population.
And then there are the nuns. Hermitage has never been strong in the face of adversity and an adverse nun is more than he can cope with. A whole order of them is something to be strenuously avoided.
But there is always his duty. It’s got him into trouble so many times; why should Shrewsbury be any different?
“Like Cadfael meets Clousseau.”
“Terry Pratchett does 1066.”
“Rampant silliness.”
