Three Katherines of Allingdale: Further donkeywork on the geography, governance, and demographics of the Northdales has been required, in order to make Lord Evil's plot make sense. That part of it is coming on fine - in Allingdale.
Extending this attention to Langdale reveals an unexpected snag: the Enemy Earl appears on closer analysis to be an idiot. He is not supposed to be a very impressive character in any way. He is, however, supposed to be able to find his own arse when he has both hands free and several minutes in which to perform the operation.
I'm going to have to go back into the history, and set up some way of chasing him back into the hog-pen where I'd stuck him at the beginning of the Rising. I begin to wonder whether the specific fubarity of Langdale isn't at least partly to be blamed on the Good Guys at court, and an apparently exemplary decision they made following their counter-coup a generation ago. Whoops, here comes Mister Blood-Pudding!
Ow Caro ow Stockworth ow Kit's story encroaching on the Told Tale again.