What’s a long-suffering author to do when her book presents her with three babies from three families, actual people, all called William? Oh joy….
How I wish medieval folk had been more free-spirited and went for unusual names. But no, they called their boys William, Edward, John, Thomas or Henry. It’s very tiresome indeed, especially for a writer who’s trying her damnedest to keep all her characters clear and separate in her reader’s mind!