*That was many years ago.'

*Isn't the gossip from the abbey carried this far? If you and your husband took such an interest in the abbey, I'm surprised that you don't at least keep in touch with it.'

Olova was trenchant. *My husband gave them land,' she said, *but what good did it do us? When the Normans came and we fell on hard times, where was Abbot Alfwold? He turned his back on us like everyone else. My husband was a thegn,' she said, her chin jutting out with pride. *Our house was much bigger and finer than this. We had land in four different hundreds in Norfolk. The abbey was glad of our friendship then. Not now, Master Bret.'

*Shall I tell you what was stolen?'

*I haven't the slightest interest,' she said, rising angrily to her feet. *To be honest, I don't care if they lost all the valuables they possessed. Don't ask me about the abbey. I don't care if it got burned to the ground.'

Olova was so upset that further conversation with her was clearly pointless. After bidding her farewell, the visitors left the house and mounted their horses. Olova stood in the doorway and watched the little troop ride off. None of the men looked back. When they were out of sight of the old woman, Coureton reflected on their visit.

*We learned something, anyway.'

*Did we?'

*Given the chance, Olova would've strangled Hermer with her bare hands.'

*She was delighted when she heard about his murder, that was obvious. We brought some cheer to her house with that news. I just wish that she'd told us more about Starculf,' said Gervase, thoughtfully. *I had a distinct feeling that she was hiding something from us.'

*Is it worth talking to her again?'

*No, my lord. We'd only be wasting our time.'

*You're probably right.'

*The person I'd really like to question is that grandson of hers.'

*Skalp. A surly fellow, if ever there was one.'

*I didn't see him when we left. Did you?'

*How could I when he was hiding behind the hut.'

Gervase looked across at him. *Olova's house?'

*Didn't you realise that?' said Coureton. *He heard every word that was spoken.'

Brother Joseph was a tall, slender, lugubrious man in his fifties who seemed to be carrying all the cares of the world on his stooping shoulders. As the sacristan of the abbey, he was responsible for the safety of its valuables and he looked upon the theft of the miniature elephants as the grossest failure on his part. No sooner had he met Ralph Delchard than he was apologising to the commissioner for the loss of the treasures. The three men were in the abbey church. Hands fluttering like a pair of renegade doves, the sacristan was showing the visitors the table on which the elephants had been displayed along with the abbey's extensive stock of gold plate.

*I'll never forgive myself,' he wailed. *Abbot Alfwold a.s.sures me that it was not my fault but I believe that it was. I should have taken more care.'

*Where are your valuables normally kept?' asked Ralph.

*In a locked chest.'

*Is that where they spent the night in question?'

*No, my lord,' said Joseph. *To my eternal shame, I left them on this table.'

*Had you ever done so before?'

*Many times. The one place you do not expect theft is inside an abbey, especially one as remote as this. Don't you agree, Brother Daniel?'

*Yes,' said the monk. *It's the same at Winchester. Gold plate, sacred vessels and holy relics are frequently set out yet are never under the slightest threat.'

*When did you become aware of the theft?' said Ralph.

*Not until after Prime.'

*Wasn't that rather late, Brother Joseph?'

*Horrendously late,' confessed the other, wincing at the memory. *Had I noticed it at Matins or at Lauds, we could have taken swifter action.'

*Only if the thief had already struck,' argued Ralph. *The elephants might have been here during the first two services of the day then been taken before Prime.'

*Not while we were all still in church, my lord. There's no gap between Lauds and Prime. We don't move from here.'

*Perhaps not,' ventured Daniel, *but you'd all be engrossed in prayer.'

Joseph was shocked. *Not even the vilest thief would steal from us at a time like that, surely? It would be sacrilege.'

*I don't think this man is hoping to claim his reward in heaven,' observed Ralph, tartly. *Though the abbot did hint at the possibility that he might already wear a cowl.'

*That's inconceivable.'

*Is it?'

*I simply can't bring myself to accept that.'

*Nor can I,' said Daniel, loyally.

Ralph was characteristically blunt. *I side with Abbot Alfwold. When a crime like this is committed, everyone must be under suspicion, regardless of whether or not he belongs to the Benedictine Order. After all,' he said, indicating the table, *the monks go right past here in single file. Even with candles, it must be gloomy in here during Matins and Lauds. What would be easier than for one of your number to sweep up the elephants in his hand and put them into his scrip?'

*No, my lord!' protested Joseph.

*What could he hope to gain?' challenged Daniel. *Monks take a vow of poverty. Gold is no use to them here. There's no motive, my lord.'

Ralph shrugged. *Perhaps someone liked elephants.'

*They were taken out of the abbey. That much we do know.'

*Granted, but that doesn't let the holy brothers off the hook. Who was better placed to know when and where the treasures would be on display? It's not beyond the bounds of possibility that one of the monks stole the elephants then pa.s.sed them to a confederate outside the abbey.'

*Such a thought appals me,' said Joseph with a shudder.

*Then let's set it aside while we consider your theory.'

*It's more than a theory, my lord. It's the only explanation.' The sacristan gave an apologetic smile before relating his narrative. *On the night in question, three travellers were staying at the abbey. Two were pilgrims, on their way to Yarmouth to take ship. The other was a man named Starculf. He told us that he was a falconer, riding north to Lincoln to collect a peregrine for his master. Starculf hailed from an estate on the Suffolk coast. He'd been in the saddle for a whole day when he arrived at our gate.'

*Who admitted him?'

*The hospitaller. He had no call to turn him away.'

*Did you meet this Starculf yourself?'

*Yes, my lord. I'm not such a poor steward as you might think. Since the abbey's valuables are under my protection, I make a point of talking to all our guests in case I sense that they are here for nefarious purposes.'

*What did you think of Starculf?'

*He seemed honest and open. I had no qualms.'

*Until the following morning.'

*He left before any of us really knew that he was gone.'

*But not on the road to Lincoln,' said Ralph. *He had a shorter journey ahead of him than that. Can you describe this man to us, Brother Joseph?'

*I'll never forget him,' said the sacristan. *He was a short man of some thirty years or more. Stout and well built. He carried himself with confidence and was grateful for our hospitality.' He gave another shudder. *Now I know why!'

*You mentioned that two pilgrims also spent the night here.'

*They joined us here in church for Prime.'

*Were they still in the abbey when the theft was discovered?'

*Yes, my lord. They were so upset that we might think them responsible that they offered to let us search their belongings. But there was no need,' said Joseph. *All I had to do was to search their faces. They were no thieves.'

*That brings us back to Starculf.'

*We feel that it must have been him.'

Ralph was puzzled. Starculf had been dismissed from the service of Richard de Fontenel and had every reason to hate his former master. If he had stolen the gold elephants, he would hardly have surrendered them to a man he loathed. There had to be some other explanation of how they came into the possession of de Fontenel. Was it possible that Starculf himself had been robbed of them? Or had he sold the treasures to a third person who made a handsome profit by pa.s.sing them on to the man who wanted them as a wedding gift? It was evident that de Fontenel knew he was receiving stolen property. He had gone to some lengths to give the impression that the gold elephants had come from abroad. Ralph thought about the lady Adelaide. Pleased at the notion that her suitor had scoured the Continent on her behalf, she would be horrified to learn that he was giving her plunder from the abbey of St Benet.

*How did you know that the elephants had been stolen, my lord?' asked Joseph.

*I picked up a rumour.'

*From whom?'

*I can't remember,' said Ralph, careful not to give too much information away. *It may have been from Richard de Fontenel. Do you know the man, Brother Joseph?'

The monk grimaced. *Only by repute.'

*Has the lord Richard ever visited the abbey?'

*No,' said the other firmly. *From what I hear, he has no interest in monastic houses. The lord Richard is not among our benefactors.' He slipped his hands inside his sleeves. *How did he come to hear of our robbery?'

*I'm not sure that he did,' said Ralph, dismissively. *I may have caught wind of it from someone else. That's why I came here today. I wanted to establish the facts. I don't hold with theft, Brother Joseph,' he added, hand on his sword hilt. *I'll do everything in my power to see the elephants returned to the abbey.'

*Thank you, my lord.'

The sacristan followed him out of the church, showering him with grat.i.tude. Ralph summoned his men and they mounted up to depart. Brother Joseph followed his visitors outside and waited until Ralph was in the saddle.

*Will you be able to recover our little elephants, my lord?' he asked.

*If at all possible. To tell you the truth, I'd rather like to see them.'

*Where will your search begin?'

*With the man who gave them to the abbey in the first place.'

*Jocelyn Vavasour?'

*Yes,' said Ralph. *He sounds as if he might be a holy treasure himself.'

It took well over an hour to gather his men from the surrounding estates but Richard de Fontenel's temper did not cool in the meantime. When fifteen armed men had answered his call, he mounted his horse and led them off at a canter. Impelled by the desire to strike at Mauger Livarot, he had no precise idea what form his action would take. At the very least, he intended to wreak havoc on his rival's land, destroying crops, pulling down fences, even setting fire to barns or dwellings. Confrontation with Livarot himself was what he craved most, however, hoping to provoke him into a duel that he was confident of winning. Surprise was the crucial factor. As they thundered along the bone-hard track, de Fontenel prided himself on the suddenness of his attack. His enemy would be taken completely unawares. Livarot would not merely be humiliated a" even killed in single combat a" he would be lessened in the eyes of the lady Adelaide. It was de Fontenel who would a.s.suredly rise in her esteem. His a.s.sault on his rival was also a road to marriage.

But the road was unaccountably blocked. Cresting a hill, de Fontenel expected to lead his men down the incline to Mauger Livarot's undefended manor house. The sight that confronted him and his troop made them bring their horses to a sharp halt. Waiting for them in front of the house were twice their number of men, armed and poised for a charge. Richard de Fontenel's strategy paled in the face of resistance. Mauger Livarot was ready for him, inviting attack and sure of success. He gave a signal with a raised arm, then led his men forward at a trot until they were only twenty yards from the newcomers. Ordering them to halt, Livarot grinned at his visitors.

*Did you want something, my lord?' he taunted.

*I'd like your head on a plate,' said de Fontenel, glaring at him.

*You're welcome to come and take it.'

*Don't tempt me, Mauger.'

*We outnumber you. Why not use what little brain you have and go home?'

*You knew that we were coming. How?'

*That's my business.'

*Who warned you?' Richard de Fontenel drew his sword and was about to nudge his horse forward when he heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Looking to his left, he saw the sheriff riding round the angle of a copse with several of his men at his back. Roger Bigot took in the situation at a glance. He rode into the gap between the two rivals and reined in his horse, his men pulling up in a line behind him. Richard de Fontenel was startled by the appearance of the sheriff but Mauger Livarot was delighted.

*Welcome, my lord sheriff!' he said, smirking happily. *I'm glad that you got my message in time.'

*What's going on here?' demanded Bigot.

*We're giving our knights a little exercise.'

Bigot turned to de Fontenel. *You're trespa.s.sing, my lord. Do you realise that?'

*Stay out of this,' was the surly reply. *It's none of your business.'

*Keeping the peace in this county is my business.'

*That's why I sent for you, my lord sheriff,' said Livarot with false piety. *At least, one of us has a healthy respect for law and order.'