
On the second morning of May 1052, London still wore yesterday's flowers, but revellers avoided the old Roman house beside the Kent road. They fear this home because Grandam reads runes and honours memories older than the chapels they trust. You step into this one-chapter preview with Hilda at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Hilda stood motionless above the road as William's banner disappeared toward the city. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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