Tannat

This whole scene is great:

‘I wanted some information about history written in Richard Ill’s day. Contemporary accounts.’

 

‘Isn’t the sainted Sir Thomas any good, then?’

 

‘The sainted Sir Thomas is nothing but an old gossip,’ Grant said with venom. He had taken a wild dislike to the much-admired More.

 

‘Oh, dear. And the nice man at the Library seemed so reverent about him. The Gospel of Richard III according to St Thomas More, and all that.’

 

‘Gospel nothing,’ Grant said rudely. ‘He was writing down in a Tudor England what someone had told him about events that happened in a Plantagenet England when he himself was five.’

 

‘Five years old?’

 

‘Yes.’

 

‘Oh, dear. Not exactly the horse’s mouth.’