Chapter 3

1403.  The fifteenth century.  Six hundred years before the Iraq War broke out.  Six hundred years before she had woken up that morning.  Medieval England.

Left alone, Kate paced up and down the tiny room, the bed sheet still wrapped tightly about her.  Her bad leg landed heavily on the wooden floorboards, which creaked dangerously with every step she took.  She was too agitated to notice.

This can’t be real, she said to herself over and over.  This can’t be happ. . .

Chapter 3

1403.  The fifteenth century.  Six hundred years before the Iraq War broke out.  Six hundred years before she had woken up that morning.  Medieval England.

Left alone, Kate paced up and down the tiny room, the bed sheet still wrapped tightly about her.  Her bad leg landed heavily on the wooden floorboards, which creaked dangerously with every step she took.  She was too agitated to notice.

This can’t be real, she said to herself over and over.  This can’t be happ. . .