‘Don’t get any ideas,’ said Denny. ‘Like what?’ said Tamar, “innocent face” replacing the dreamy eyed expression that she had been wearing. ‘I saw that look.’ Tamar gave him a look that was anything but dreamy.‘Okay, so, where are we now? You’re the expert, aren’t you?’ said Denny.‘In a lot of trouble,’ she said, as the church was stormed by soldiers. ‘Not again?’ groaned Denny. But the soldiers were not interested in them; they seized the priest and the happy couple and arrested them, in the name of Queen Elizabeth, for idolatry (which Tamar explained as meaning because they were Catholic) and treason. They were in the sixteenth century. They took the opportunity, while everyone’s attention was distracted, to match their clothes to the period. ‘What’ll happen to them?’ hissed Denny. ‘They’ll be hanged,’ she told him, ‘and we can’t interfere, as much as we might want to.’ There was worse to come. The soldiers barred the doors of the church, trapping the few people who had braved the wedding, inside, and set fire to it.‘Okay,’ said Tamar, ‘that does it! To hell with the rules, let’s get them out of here.’ ‘You won’t get any argument from me,’ said Denny. It was an old building even for the time; the door was solid oak and the only windows were tiny slits through which a child could not have passed. The door was blocked by a crush of people trying to knock it down.
