‘Udo has not paid for the saddle yet, that is all,’ Mabilla said calmly, while inwardly she felt her heart quail. Please God, she prayed, let it be nothing to do with him.
No. In her heart of hearts, she had no doubt. Only one man could have killed Henry. It must have been William, because he wanted her back as his possession.
Matthew was one of the first to hear the Master Mason’s cry. He followed Robert de Cantebrigge’s pointing finger to see the body swinging in the breeze.
‘Sweet Lord Jesus!’ he exclaimed.
He and Stephen had just left the Treasurer’s house and were walking to the Exchequer for their morning’s review of the previous day’s accounts when they saw Robert de Cantebrigge looking agitated. The two had hurried to his side, their black gowns flapping.
‘Oh, dear heaven,’ Matthew said with a wince. ‘He is dead, is he?’
‘With his neck twisted like that? Yes, I rather think he might be,’ Stephen said caustically. ‘Master Mason, send for the Dean. God only knows what he’ll make of this, but we ought to give him fair warning, I suppose.’
‘This is terrible,’ Matthew said. Inside the leather cylinder gripped in his hand was the latest fabric roll, which detailed all the money paid and owed for the last couple of weeks’ work. ‘It’s the last thing we need … the poor fellow, of course, but really, we should be trying to complete the Cathedral, and we can’t wait for the Coroner to come and investigate another death!’
Stephen glanced at him sympathetically. ‘I know how you feel, Matthew. I feel it myself. I adore this Cathedral, and would give much to see it completed so that I could revel in God’s glory here on earth, but …’ he drew a great sigh ‘… there is no possibility of that. We must simply do our duty as best we can, hoping that our successors appreciate our work.’
‘But this will only slow it down more!’ Matthew said tearfully. ‘And it must cause great friction, Treasurer. Look at the fellow’s garb. It is not the body of some saddler from the city this time.’
Stephen peered back. ‘No? Oh, God. Is that who I think it is?’
Matthew nodded sadly. ‘I am afraid so. It looks as though he was a friar.’
Sara came to when it was already broad daylight. Her son Dan was gone, but in his place was old Jen, who sniffed as she prodded the lacklustre fire with a stick and muttered to herself about the lack of food and drink.
‘Where is Dan?’
‘Gone to see if he can find something to beg, I reckon,’ Jen said. ‘I’ve got some pottage from last night here. You’d better drink it. It may warm you a little.’
Sara’s stomach revolted at the thought, but she was grateful for Jen’s help and hated to disappoint her. She allowed herself to be supported while Jen held a bowl to her lips. She took a sip. ‘Thank you.’
‘Don’t thank me. I’ve done little enough, maid. Dan came running round saying he thought you’d died. Little monster was quite out of his mind until I told him you were only sleeping.’
‘The man who came to bring food for me, he …’ Sara began, and then her throat seemed to close up, and no more words would come.
‘Dan told me all about it.’ Jen patted Sara’s shoulder, and rested her hand there in silent sympathy for a while. ‘It must be terrible to know that the man you thought was a saviour was the cause of your trials.’
‘He killed Saul! How could he come to my home and befriend me, knowing he was responsible for my situation?’
‘And he helped you at the Priory, too, didn’t he?’ Jen said.
‘Yes, he pulled me from all the bodies. He saved my life.’
‘So he paid a little for his crime. Still, I hadn’t heard that Saul was murdered. He was crushed, wasn’t he, when a stone slipped?’
‘I don’t care whether he intended to murder Saul or not. He was the one who let the rock fall. If only it was him who died and my Saul had lived,’ Sara said with a whimper. ‘I want my husband back, I want my son back. I don’t want to be widowed, I don’t want Saul to be gone! I loved him! And I don’t know anybody in this city, I ought to flee and go home!’
‘Right, maid. First, you aren’t fleeing anywhere. You can’t. You need food and rest. Second, you know me here, and that’s enough. Third — well, third, you know this mason too, and …’ She held a finger to Sara’s mouth and stared at her with a serious expression. ‘Think of this, maid: he owes you much. He owes you a living, because that’s what he took from you. He’s no killer, is he? He’s a good man, who was shocked to have an accident which crushed a man — your man — but accidents happen every week on building sites. If he hadn’t killed your man, maybe someone else would have done so soon enough. But for you, unprotected and hungry, you could do a lot worse than find a man who wants to assuage his guilt by serving the victim of his offence. That means you.’
Sara looked at her, revolted. ‘What — you think I should welcome him here in Saul’s home?’
‘At least he’s the kind of man you could control,’ Jen said, folding her hands over her ample belly. ‘And a controllable husband is a delightful toy.’
Simon and Baldwin were walking up the hill towards the middle of the city when there came a pattering of feet behind them and Baldwin reached for his sword in an instant, whirling to meet their pursuer head on. As soon as he recognised the figure, he let his hand fall from the hilt.
‘My dear maid, you shouldn’t run,’ he said calmly. ‘You are already quite disordered, and your humours upset enough without pelting up the street in this way.’
‘I had to speak to you!’
Julia stopped and caught her breath. These men were strangers to her, and yet they were committed to catching the man responsible for her father’s death. She knew that they must be suspicious of her fiancé, but Udo can’t have had anything to do with Henry’s death. Why should he?
‘My mother can be a little confused. Especially since Father’s sad death,’ she said, and the mere utterance of those dread words made her shoulders rack with sobs once more.
‘I feel sure that she is as rational and sensible as a woman recently widowed could possibly be,’ Baldwin said.
There was sympathy in his eyes, she felt sure, but there was also some cold intensity, as though he was prepared to think that even she could have killed her father. That was a scary idea, that someone could suspect her of such a foul deed.
‘Sir Knight, I didn’t hear what you discussed with my mother,’ she said, which was true. They had spoken quietly, and what with the wind whistling past her in the chamber, and the constant rustling of drapes and tapestries, she’d not been able to hear much of what they’d said. ‘But I want you to know what I think. My father’s business has not been so good recently, and a customer who bought a saddle was hurt. The wooden frame was defective. Because of that my father threatened the joiner concerned.’
‘He was Master Joel?’ Baldwin confirmed. ‘Yes, your mother told us of him. What else would you like to tell us?’
‘Nothing. That is all I know.’
‘Really?’ Baldwin said. ‘But I feel sure that there is more. Come, won’t you trust us?’
‘No, there is truly nothing else.’
‘Very well, then. We thank you for your aid in this,’ Baldwin said and waited until she had departed.
‘What was all that about?’ Simon asked when the girl was out of earshot and the two men had started on their way again.
‘The woman and daughter are both trying to protect someone,’ Baldwin said. ‘I do not doubt that both loved the husband and father, but the wife sought to throw our suspicion upon one of her husband’s friends, the daughter upon another of them.’
‘Which means that neither is certain, so little of their beliefs can be trusted.’
‘When can you trust the impressions of women like them?’ Baldwin asked. ‘They had a stable, secure life until their man was ripped from them. There has been little time for them to grow accustomed to their new situation.’