“That
doesn't seems very likely,” I said, “Old English bears little
relation to our modern tongue. Did he know it before his coma?”
“He
was a builder,” Oak replied, “So it would seem unlikely.”
“Well
that's certainly quite...”
“Save
your astonishment,” Oak interrupted, “I believe it will be needed
later. Continue with the map.”
“Just
there,” I said, pointing at the bend of the river as it makes a
horseshoe. “There are a number of drownings there attributed to
Jenny Greenteeth.” A second dark spot appeared on the map. “But
that's a Yorkshire tale really, so probably not relevant.”
“Two
children,” Oak said matter of factly, “Playing there this
evening, slipped on the rocks and fell. One of them has cracked
their head. Both are hysterical about some green haired monster
that's trying to get them.”
