Raider’s Tide. Maggie Prince
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Название: Raider’s Tide

Автор: Maggie Prince

Издательство: HarperCollins

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      Raider’s Tide

      MAGGIE PRINCE

       Dedication

       For Chris, Deborah, Daniel,and for my mother whoselandscape this is, withlove and thanks.

      The northern counties from time to time had to withstand invasion by the organised forces of Scotland, but their chief embarrassment was caused by a system of predatory incursions which rendered life and property insecure.

      

       Victoria County History of Cumberland

      They have taken forth of divers families all, the very rackencrocks and pot-hooks. They have driven away all the beasts, sheep and horses…

      

       The Silver Dale, by William Riley

      On 14 April… the Scots did come… armed and appointed with gavlockes and crowes of iron, handpeckes, axes and skailinge lathers.

      

       Border Papers, Scottish Records ii 171

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Epigraph

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Keep Reading

       Acknowledgement

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Map

      

       In transposing Beatrice’s story into modern English,the tone and content of her original narrativehave been preserved throughout,and her exact words wherever possible.

      It is the late 1500s. Queen Elizabeth I is on the throne of England …

       Chapter 1

      I jump up, jolted out of my daydream. I thought I heard voices, muttering secretively. I peer into the dimness of the woods and listen. It’s easy to start imagining things when you’re alone on the last watch of the day. On the other hand, my hearing is sharp – sharper than average – and I often hear what I am not supposed to.

      I rest my hand on the haft of my knife, and creep through the swathes of pale cream daffodils to where the rough ground of the Pike slopes down towards the sea. My knife has worn through the bottom of its sheath, and keeps catching on my skirts. I shift it round to the back of me, and move out into the open where the warning beacon stands, a pile of sticks and turf in a stone СКАЧАТЬ