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In Two Minds

Hurled twelve hundred years into the past, into someone else's body, things could hardly be worse. And then the body's owner wanted it back...
Museum curator Thomas and ten year old Anglo Saxon Wulfstan, have to cope with a fifty year age gap, a huge culture clash, and never knowing from one moment to the next who's going to be in control.If that wasn't enough, Wulfstan's father, King Offa of Mercia, has given his son just a year to find and prepare a team of ten female fighters to take on the King's champion. In the brute strength world of Anglo Saxon battle, he hasn't a hope.
Thomas has a plan to help, but first he'll have to come to terms with eighth century Britain, with all its colour, violence, ignorance, and a disturbingly cavalier attitude to hygiene! And amidst all of that, he has to find ten amazing women willing to attempt the impossible.

The inspiration for In Two Minds.
If you woke up one day to find yourself hundreds of years in the past, you'd be okay, wouldn't you? I mean, after you'd got over the shock and everything, you'd know things that nobody else did, so you'd be rich in no time. Right? Ah, but do you know enough to actually do it, and could you get what you need to pull it off? The theory's one thing, actually doing it's quite another. And then there's the tiny little matter of fitting in with your new neighbours...

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ExcerptThe extract takes place in the royal hall, immediately after Thomas has accepted the King’s challenge to defeat Grimketil and his best men, using only untrained female slaves to do it. Rowena is one of Grimketil’s slaves.

The whole room was now in an uproar of laughter, hoots, catcalls and the crashing of knives against tables.
Grimketil’s redhead was reaching past him to place more mutton onto his trencher. Out of pure spite he lifted his hand and prepared to smack her face down into the table.
She’d seen it coming though, and ducked back out from under his arm. The hand flew past its target and smashed into edge of the table. Grimketil’s knife spun into the air with the impact, spattering dark sauce over his face and shirt. Thomas laughed loudly. Grimketil glared at him, then deliberately picked up his knife and moved purposefully towards the girl. She watched him carefully, spread her feet a little further, but did not retreat or attempt to run.
Grimketil’s men rose from the table, and moved out to either end, blocking the gaps between the table and the wall, leaving no obvious escape. Grimketil lunged, his blade flickering wickedly on its way to its target. And struck nothing. The girl had once more dodged his blow, this time dropping to the floor and rolling out from under the table into the centre of the hall. With the fire at her back she rose to her feet.
‘How brave you are my Lord, with all that strength, and that knife of yours. Brave enough to attack a noblewoman half your weight, and unarmed.’ The sarcasm dripped like candle wax, searing his ego. She smiled mirthlessly, ‘So come on great warrior, finish it, or are you too frightened to try now?’
But by now Thomas was on his feet and between them. ‘That’s enough! No more violence in the royal hall!’ Then he grinned at Grimketil, before turning towards the King. ‘It looks like the slaves in your realm are even better than your thegns, father. I think perhaps I could beat this man Grimketil with ten female slaves against him and his ten best men. I choose this lady as my first companion, if she’ll have me.’ He held out his hand to her.
The whole room erupted into gales of laughter. Grimketil himself slapped his thighs in mirth, and grabbed a fresh beer horn from the brunette serving girl behind him. Thomas waited for the laughter to die down, ‘Well?’ he asked her. ‘If you say yes, and we win, you shall have your freedom. And if we lose, well anything’s better than being under that oaf’s control!’
She smiled for the first time since he had seen her, a true smile, warm, as warm as the flickering of the flames dancing off her hair ‘I would be honoured Your Highness.’ she said. ‘I would rather die in your service than spend another day with this nothing of a man!’
Grimketil snarled and hurled his knife at her. In mid-flight she knocked it aside with her hand, sending it spinning into the flames.
‘When you kidnapped me, you took me by surprise, like a ferret, not a warrior.’ she said, the softness of her speech catching everyone’s attention. Then her expression hardened. ‘From now on you will face me armed, and I will be ready. The next time we clash, it is you who will die!’ she spat.

Author Bio –
K.T. Findlay lives on a small farm where he dovetails his writing with fighting the blackberry and
convincing the quadbike that killing its rider isn’t a vital part of its job description.
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