Alarmed at his smug response, her eyes widened for the briefest fraction of a second. He knew. She couldn't afford random strangers knowing her secret. She dropped her gaze and began studiously etching more letters into the wood, only too late realising that she was spelling out D-W-A...<br/>No!<br/>He was still staring at her, like a snake eyeing a fat, tasty mouse and thankfully, when sir asked the next question, he tossed it at him.<br/>"At who led the Saxons, Mr Doyle, is it?"