It was a shame that Southwark Bridge, which would have been a much more convenient place for them to cross the river, wasn’t yet built. If he didn’t watch out, he’d end up looking like some kind of village idiot. He grinned too often when he was with Lucy.
He nodded, and had to make a huge effort not to grin again. “Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all … wasn’t that great?” Then she performed a few dance steps and twirled around. At least, he fervently hoped it was only mud. “I’d have enjoyed Hamlet more if I hadn’t had to see it in installments.” She neatly avoided a squelchy puddle of mud. “A pity we never get more than three hours,” she said, as he caught up with her. Even Shakespeare’s England, which was supposed to be a Golden Age but looked distinctly sinister just now, held no terrors for Lucy. Lucy had a real gift for seeing the bright side of any situation in any historical period. “Wonderful, right? Much, much better than sitting in that stuffy room in the Temple building, doing homework!” She picked up the heavy skirts of her dress and hurried on. “Yes, and there’s a thief or a murderer lurking around every corner.” She sounded pleased. Anyone could easily get lost in this tangle of alleyways,” he whispered. “We ought to have gone straight along the riverside. He instinctively held her hand more tightly. The air smelled of waterweeds, sewage, and dead fish. THE STREETS of Southwark were dark and deserted.
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