“I reached out my hand,” whispered Vinculus, “England’s rivers turned and flowed the other way …” “I beg your pardon?” “I reached out my hand,” said Vinculus, a little louder, “my enemies’s blood stopt in their veins …” He straightened himself, opened wide his arms and closed his eyes as if in a religious ecstasy of some sort. In a strong, clear voice full of passion he continued:
