Theodore

” he said, hesitating in the doorway. His yellow hair stood like corn–stubble round his tonsure. “I saw the results of his lies in Rome,” he said. “Everyone there believes him humble, innocent and virtuous. They think you are capricious and corrupt. Now he will spread the same lies in England.”
“He is better known here. He will not be believed so quickly.”
I turned back to Hadrian, but his expression had changed. I could see that he would reveal nothing more. Titillus was still waitin