*Why?'

*He didn't know, my lord. He simply overheard them talking about going to the Holt hundred. That's where they believe they'll find him.'

*I thought that the lord Jocelyn became an anchorite.'

*He did. n.o.body quite knows where he is.'

*They must be very anxious to track him down,' said Livarot, stroking his chin, *though what use a holy man is to them, I fail to see.' He gave a cackle. *Unless they want the mad fool to bless their enterprise.'

Drogo preened himself. *I'll know more detail in due course,' he said. *As soon as I heard where they'd gone, I sent a man off in pursuit. He'll shadow them all the way.'

*Well done, Drogo.'

*The lord sheriff is also being followed.'

*How is Roger Bigot spending the day?'

*Searching for one of the men they suspect - Starculf.'

*That'll keep him busy. Is Olivier Romain with him?'

*Yes, my lord. They're making every effort to hunt the man down.'

*Then we must get to him first,' said Livarot. *I remember Starculf well. He was driven off the lord Richard's estates. Rough treatment breeds revenge. Find him, Drogo. Organise a search of your own.'

*I've already done so,' said the other, complacently.

*Good.'

*We'll recover those gold elephants somehow, my lord, I promise you that. We might even catch a murderer into the bargain.'

*All that I'm interested in is a pair of elephants. As for the man who killed Hermer, I'm more likely to congratulate him than hand him over to face justice. Hermer was as loathsome as his master,' Livarot sneered. *I've been saved the trouble of killing him myself.'

*Yes, my lord.'

*Two commissioners have ridden off, you say. What of the other?'

*Gervase Bret is paying a call on the lord Richard.'

*Oh?'

*Brother Daniel, their scribe, was in attendance.'

*You have eyes everywhere, Drogo.'

*I spend money wisely, my lord. But we'll soon know what pa.s.sed between the lord Richard and his visitors. I have eyes and ears inside that manor house. I've arranged to meet Clamahoc later,' the steward said airily. *He'll tell me every word that was spoken.'

*This is cheering news, Drogo. I sense that we're moving forward.'

*We are, my lord.'

*Is there anything else to report?'

*Not unless you wish to hear about the commissioners' wives?'

*Have they gone in search of Starculf as well?'

*No, my lord,' said Drogo, washing his hands in the air. *They accepted an invitation to visit the lady Adelaide. I dare say they're on their way back to the castle by now. Unfortunately, I have no spy in that particular household.'

*We don't need one,' boasted the other. *I'm on my way to see the lady Adelaide myself. With careful questioning, I'm sure that I can find out exactly what happened when the two ladies called on her. The lady Adelaide confides in me.'

*With good reason.' Drogo followed his master out and waited while Livarot mounted the horse that was saddled in readiness for him. Reins in his hand, the latter looked down at his steward with a puzzled expression.

*Where does he fit into all this?' he asked.

*Who, my lord?'

*I can understand why men are out in search of Starculf and I can think of many reasons why one of the commissioners should want to question the lord Richard. But it simply doesn't make sense to go haring off in pursuit of a crazed anchorite.'

*That surprised me as well,' admitted the other.

Mauger Livarot shook his head in bafflement. *What possible use can Jocelyn Vavasour be to them?'

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he ignored the sharp pinch of the wind as it came in off the sea with mischievous intent. He was too engrossed in his work to feel the periodic hot embrace of the sun as well. Vavasour was using a knife to carve a small piece of driftwood. It was slow, careful, demanding work that allowed for no lapse of concentration. He did not even lift his head when eight riders approached him from behind. It was only when the wading birds suddenly took to the air in fright that he realised he had company. The anchorite turned to look up at his visitors.

Ralph Delchard was the first to dismount and stride across to him. *We're looking for Jocelyn Vavasour,' he announced.

*Then your journey has been in vain, my lord,' said the other, getting up. *He doesn't exist any more.'

*In that case, I'll talk to Jocelyn the Anchorite. Do you answer to that name?'

*Not by choice.'

*You're ashamed of your calling?'

*I'm embarra.s.sed by company, my lord. I chose an hermetic life in order to shun it. I've never had to answer to any name since I came to this place. Why have you sought me out?'

Ralph signalled to the escort and the men dismounted, glad to be out of the saddle and able to water their horses. Then he introduced himself and Coureton, explaining that they had suspended their work as royal commissioner while they helped the sheriff with a murder investigation.

*I know nothing about any murder.'

*There's a related crime,' said Ralph. *The theft of two gold elephants.'

*From the abbey?' said Vavasour, anxiously.

*Initially.'

*Who took them?'

*We're not entirely sure. Let me tell you the sequence of events.'

The anchorite grew increasingly tense as he listened to Ralph's account. An anger he had not felt for years began to surge up inside him. He banked it down as best he could.

*Those elephants were holy treasures,' he declared. *They belong to the abbey.'

*When we find them, they'll be returned there.'

*But you have no idea where they are.'

*We will do in time,' said Coureton.

*Yes,' said Ralph, confidently. *They obviously came into the lord Richard's hands by some nefarious means. In one sense, justice has been served. The original thief is now the victim of a theft himself.'

*I care nothing for that,' said Vavasour. *Those elephants are highly important to me, my lord. They symbolise a solemn vow I made. I went to Rome as a soldier and came back as a new man.'

*What took you there in the first place?' asked Coureton.

*Shame and disgust.'

*At what?'

*Myself, my life, my dreadful sins.'

*You were a soldier like us. You did as you were told.' *No, my lord,' admitted the other, gloomily. *I did more than that. Some killed because they had to but I did it to satisfy a l.u.s.t that raged inside me. Do you recall the penances imposed on us by Bishop Ermenfrid of Sitten?'

*What do bishops know of warfare?' said Ralph.

*They can see the results strewn all over the battlefield. Like you, I suspect, I paid little heed to the penitentiary when it was issued. But its decrees slowly took hold on me. Bishop Ermenfrid was the papal legate. He spoke with the authority of the head of the Roman Catholic Church. Would you defy the Pope himself?'

*It depends on the circ.u.mstances.'

*Did both of you fight at Hastings?'

*We did,' confirmed Coureton.

*Then you will know what the first decree was,' said Vavasour. *"Any man who knows that he killed a man in the great battle must do penance for one year for each man that he killed." The next decree was just as unequivocal. "Anyone who wounded a man and does not know whether he killed him or not must do penance for forty days for each man he struck (if he can remember the number), either continuously or at intervals." That is what was ordered.'

*We know, my friend. And rightly so.'

*That's a matter of opinion,' said Ralph.

*You both know mine,' continued Vavasour, holding his arms out wide so that they could see his ragged attire. *I killed or wounded seven men at Hastings. And that was only the start of it. Don't tell me that I was young and impulsive. I revelled in the slaughter. I fought on the Welsh border, in the north and in several other battles. I helped to smoke out Hereward the Wake from the Fens. A year of penance for every man I killed or mutilated? I'd not live long enough to manage that.'

*Is that what led your footsteps to Rome?' asked Coureton.

*I went in search of forgiveness.'

*Did you find it?'

*In some small measure, my lord. Everything I possessed was harvested by the sword. I gave it all away. Since the abbey of St Benet lay close to land I once owned, I wanted to bestow something special on it.'

*Two gold elephants.'

*Beasts of burden transformed into holy treasures. They were magnificent,' said Vavasour, wistfully. He turned to Ralph. *We must find them. I won't rest until they're back where they belong. I'll do anything to achieve that.'

*Good,' said Ralph. *The first thing you can do is to tell us what they looked like. The simple truth is that we've never seen a real elephant. To be honest, I thought they were creatures of fable. I had grave doubts that they actually existed.'

*Oh, they exist, my lord,' affirmed Vavasour. *When I was in Rome, I had the good fortune to see a live elephant with my own eyes. The animal had been brought back from Africa and was kept in a huge cage.'

*Describe it to us,' urged Ralph.

*The sheer size is what first strikes you. The creature was enormous. Stand on its back and you could probably look over the walls of Norwich Castle. Then there was this curious nose,' said Vavasour. *It's a long trunk that reaches right down to the ground and is used by the elephant to feed itself. I watched it in Rome using its trunk to load hay into its mouth. That's the other strange thing,' he added. *Though it's by far the largest of all animals, it doesn't prey on any of the others. Elephants eat no meat. They feed entirely off leaves, shoots and gra.s.s.'

*They sound like gentle giants,' observed Coureton.

*There was a lumbering gentleness about the one I saw,' recalled Vavasour, *but there was also a tremendous strength. To defend itself, it has two vast tusks of ivory that stick out either side of its trunk. Even a lion would think twice about attacking a beast as large and powerful as an elephant.'

*I still can't picture it in my mind,' admitted Ralph. *As high as Norwich castle, you say, and with a trunk and ivory tusks.'

*And two great ears that flap like wings.'

*I'm more confused than ever now.'

*Then let me help you, my lord,' said Vavasour with a smile. *If you really want to know what an elephant looks like, I can show you because I've been trying to fashion one myself.'

He held up the piece of wood that he had been carving so painstakingly. It was a miniature elephant, reproducing all the features he had just described to them. Ralph and Coureton stared in astonishment at the object.

*So that's what all this is about, is it?' said Ralph. *Now, I understand.'

Gervase Bret was pleased with what he had learned from his visit to Richard de Fontenel but disappointed that Ralph Delchard was not at the castle to hear about it. He repaired to his apartment in the keep and was delighted to find both Alys and Golde there, deep in conversation about their own visit that morning. He settled down on a bench.

*How were you received by the lady Adelaide?' he asked.

*Very warmly,' said Alys. *She was glad to see us.'

*But not for the reason we thought,' added Golde.

*Why not?' he said.

*I thought that we'd be questioning her, Gervase, but we were the ones providing all the answers. The lady Adelaide showed a very keen interest in your work.'

*Did she?'

*Yes. She was very subtle about it, but it was almost as if she were trying to wheedle something out of us for her own advantage.'

*Will she be appearing before you in any dispute?' said Alys.

*No, my love,' he replied. *But two friends of hers will.'