A Murder for Master Wat
When weavers in the 11th century went out to play there was usually trouble. In this case it’s death, which Brother Hermitage, the King’s Investigator, always finds very troublesome indeed.
Wat the Weaver doesn’t want to go to the weavers’ Grand Moot in the first place and no one can make him. Except Mistress Cwen, of course. When they get there it all starts so well, but it only takes the blink of a bat’s ear for murder to rear its ugly head and stare straight at Hermitage. He’s starting to think that being King’s Investigator is actually a cause of death in its own right.
But this time, the perpetrators seem quite proud of their actions and have a lot more planned. Is this a race to stop a murder, rather than deal with all the mess afterwards? Hermitage certainly hopes so, although, as usual, he’d rather the whole thing just went away.
A Grand Moot of weavers should be a time of joy, celebration and cameraderie, not greed, violence and a generous serving of just plain stupidity.
Howard of Warwick invented Medieval Crime Comedy and doesn’t know any better;
5* Laugh out Loud
5* Very silly
1* Silly (apparently “very” is worth 4*)