Chapter 43
Chunks of decomposing moss came away in his hands as Hwicce pulled himself out of the last metre of the moss tube. With a far-from-graceful maneuver, he emerged onto the surface like a worm on a rainy day.
As he lay on the spongy ground, he took a deep breath. Then another. The blast of humid air seemed to stick in his lungs, full of smells h…