The boys were finding it hard to concentrate. It had rained heavily all day on Monday so they had no fresh air and exercise yesterday. It had still been raining this morning so even their midmorning break had to be spent indoors. An hour of Latin, followed by an hour of Greek and then an hour spent memorizing pages of the thousands of judgement texts meant that they were all now tired and looking sleepy. ‘I was thinking about this on Sunday,’ she went on, ‘when I was riding home from my visit to the abbey with the king. I met Cormac there – you all remember Cormac – and he was telling me the details of Deirdre and Sorley’s divorce. Sorley divorced Deirdre for infidelity. It appeared that she made no defence and no witnesses were called. I found that strange, don’t you?’ ‘You mean he gave no proper evidence?’ asked Moylan, abandoning his attempt to carve something on his desk and looking at her alertly. ‘None.’ Mara nodded. ‘So she was convicted on his word.’ Enda looked thoughtful.
