Historical fiction set in England in the 1300s. This novel is set near the time of the Peasants’ Revolt.
The terror was abroad, such terror as had not possessed the land since the days of the Black Death. Fulk, tramping it, with an oak cudgel over his shoulder and his face set like a stone towards London Town, saw nothing but empty fields and great woods that seemed to smother the land in silence. He kept to the open country, his forest instinct standing him in good stead, and once only did he go down into a village to beg or seize bread for his belly. He found only women, children, and old men there, for all the labourers were on the road to London. The women fell upon him like a crowd of wild cats, and he was forced to clear himself with ungallant sweeps of his cudgel. A gentle, a gentle, by the cock of his chin! And since his club kept them at a distance they pelted him out of the village with stones and broken potsherds, and Fulk got no bread that morning. He was sore within, most devilish sore, and full of the wrath of a strong man in pain. He heard Isoult s voice singing, and the lips that were dead tormented him. His humility towards the thought of her contrasted with his fierce desire to fly at the throat of this Blatant Beast that went bellowing through the countryside.