Brother Hermitage is at it again - this time with druids.

Is it a murder mystery? Is it a thriller? Is it just something gone horribly wrong?

When his nemesis, the Norman conqueror Le Pedvin orders him to Wales, Brother Hermitage knows it is going to go wrong. He's had a prophecy it's going to go wrong. And from his first steps on the road it strides firmly in that direction.

Brother Hermitage, Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry and Cwen, weaver in her own right and the fiercest of the lot, are commanded to find one dead Norman in the whole of Wales - as usual under pain of death.
Add to that some treasure and a druid curse or two, and we have the recipe for a laugh out loud historical tale like no other. (Apart from the other Chronicles of Brother Hermitage)

It's all complicated enough, but when what seems like the whole of the country wants to join in, things get very messy.

And then there are the druids, and stone circles, and sacrifices....


"he who has laughter on his side has no need of proof" Theodore Adorno.