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little know all aren’t you?’ Dusting her hands down her trousers she said slyly. ‘Churchill.’
    Wren blinked politely and waited.
    ‘It was Churchill. And what he said was “When the final tally is counted, it will be seen that John’s vices far outweigh the virtues of other kings” He meant the Magna Carta.’ The glee in her voice said “That’s you told! Not quite so clever after all.”
    Carefully avoiding the amazement on Rhyllann’s face, Wren gave a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
    ‘Course! Silly me! Churchill! Aunt Dottie, you really would make a wonderful teacher.’ Adding ‘D’you think I could have some more of this delicious lemonade?’
    Rhyllann choked.
    She flushed. ‘Of course sweetie.’ Heaving herself up, she waddled into the house. 
     
    ‘Okay! Okay! I believe you!’ Rhyllann whispered watching Wren rooting in his pocket. ‘Oh no, brawd – you can’t – you can’t do that.’
    ‘Watch me!’ Wren dropped a small yellow pill into Aunt Dottie’s empty glass, then topped it up with Rhyllann’s unfinished drink.
    ‘She could use a rest anyway!’ he hissed as Aunt Dottie returned with a jug covered with a lace top.
    ‘Here we go boys! Oh Rhyllann – would you like some more?’
    Rhyllann’s taste buds cramped in alarm.
    ‘Erm – I think I’ll sweep the path for you Aunt Dottie.’
    His shoulders prickled, feeling Aunt Dottie’s happy beam on his back. Wren jabbered on about garden pests, Aunt Dottie chimed in from time to time but eventually her voice trailed away. Wren placed her floppy hat over her face, then limped over to join Rhyllann.
    ‘Quick – we haven’t got long – they’ll wonder why it’s gone quiet.’
    Rhyllann scowled. ‘I’m not running away! I gave Crombie my word.’
    ‘I just wanna talk. Without being spied on.’
    Sighing, Rhyllann sat on the grass. Wren lowered himself next to him.
    ‘I don’t know what you’re planning – but your notebook’s been nicked. Remember?’
    Wren laughed. ‘Stern’s welcome to it. Why d’you think I threw in a map of Scotland?’ His eyes twinkled with glee.
    Rhyllann just stared.
    ‘Stern’s son. Poor old Mike. I warned him not to trust anyone. Mikey Stern "Junior". Fancies himself as a player. He’ll never be half the man Mike was. And he knows it. He’s working team handed – some kind of   Brotherhood I think – convinced them he’s the man they need. No matter. Don’t looked so worried Annie – I told you – I’ve sent them on a wild goose chase to Scotland.’
    Wren was playing a dangerous game of bluff and double bluff. Rhyllann wondered if he ever had the wool pulled over his eyes.
    ‘Is there anyone you trust?’
    ‘You.’ Wren let go a juddering breath. Suddenly Rhyllann felt sorry for him.
    ‘So – what next?’
    ‘You up for this?’
    The last time Rhyllann accepted that challenge he’d watched as Wren drained the contents of Gran’s fat fryer into his step father’s newish car. Just to see if diesels really could run on vegetable oil.
    Almost against his will he inclined his head slowly, feeling a strange excitement stir in response to the devilment in Wren’s eyes.  
    ‘Good. We’ll wait till Monday – school. We need to get the original text. Annie – I’ve been to London’s Public Record Office and the British Library.’
    Rhyllann’s jaw dropped, but before he could get his mind round that Wren rushed on, his voice choking with excitement. 
    ‘I’ve checked the dates she gives in her diary. It’s all true! She was there! In October 1216, she travels with him from King’s Lynn to the Castle of Newark! The week he lost his treasure. The week before he died. She must have been frantic. The country on the brink of civil war – the King dead – and she held the crown jewels. The royal regalia. An illegitimate English princess, married to one of the last great Welsh princes. It would have been high treason. She had to do something … and she hid