I just finished reading The Lords of the North, and I trudged into the last pages feeling a kind of sadness that was somehow tinged with confusion. Sadness because I was coming to the end of what I thought was the third and final entry in the Saxon series. Confusion because I couldn’t see how the story could end with Bebbanburg still in the hands of the usurper. But then mirabile dictu, I see that I was wrong, more is to come. Gawd, I’m already champing at the bit for the next one. (And hey, feel free to stretch it out out over two or three books. I don’t mind!) Live long Bernard. PS Don’t feel compelled to write back. I just wanted to say it. Ian MacNeill