*And more merciful than I'll be when I run that killer to ground,' vowed Bigot. *This was a brutal murder and it must be answered. But go on with what you're saying, Master Bret,' he continued as they strolled in through the castle gate. *You spy a link between this crime and your presence in the city?'

*A potential link, my lord sheriff.'

*I have my doubts,' said Ralph.

*Suspend them until we learn the truth,' advised Gervase. *It may be that my guess is wide of the mark. What does seem clear is that the murder of the steward and the theft of the gold elephants are somehow connected.'

*I'd already decided that,' said Bigot.

Ralph nodded solemnly. *So had I. Hermer was probably killed by someone who wanted the keys to the room where the gold elephants were kept. What puzzles me is this. The lord Richard's manor is several miles away. Why bring his steward all the way here in order to stab him to death?'

*That's not what happened, Ralph,' said Gervase.

*No?'

*Hermer was killed elsewhere then brought here. Under cover of darkness, most likely. You didn't see the man's back. His tunic was badly torn as if he'd been dragged along the ground and there were wounds in his scalp and neck. I think that his feet were tied together so that he could be pulled along behind a horse.'

*Who could do such a thing to another human being?'

*We've both seen worse on a battlefield, my lord,' said Bigot.

*That's different,' said Ralph. *We're not on a battlefield now.'

*Yes, we are,' said Gervase as they came to a halt in the bailey. *We're royal commissioners who're caught in the middle of a battle over land. Instead of fighting with deeds and other legal doc.u.ments, someone is resorting to more effective methods.'

*That can only mean the lord Mauger,' reasoned Bigot.

*Is he capable of such an act?' said Ralph.

*Capable of ordering it, if not committing it.'

*Then he's the villain you must arrest.'

*Not so fast, my lord,' said the sheriff. *I prefer to gather evidence before I make an arrest. Mauger is the first person I'll question but I'll do so cautiously. He's as slippery as an eel. Be warned. You'll have to deal with him yourself.' He ran a meditative hand across his jaw. *The crimes may seem to have Mauger's signature on them but that could be an illusion. He and the Lord Richard are at each other's throats. Mauger will rejoice in anything that upsets his rival but that isn't evidence enough to convict him.'

*You think that he may be innocent?'

*It's not inconceivable.'

*But he's the person who stands most to gain.'

*Perhaps,' said Gervase, thoughtfully, *but the lord Mauger is also the person who stands least to gain. Here we are, only a short time after we've examined a murder victim and we're already naming him as the chief suspect. He's too obvious. What if someone is setting out to incriminate the lord Mauger?'

*Who?'

*Someone who wants to stir up bad blood between him and the lord Richard.'

*That's easily done,' said Bigot.

*What advantage would they gain, Gervase?' asked Ralph.

*I don't know,' confessed the other.

*Then they'd have no motive. The lord Mauger does.'

*Motive and means,' agreed the sheriff, *but I was struck by the words that Master Bret just used. He said it was "too obvious". That's my feeling. Mauger is cunning and devious. He works in the shadows. Why should he leave a dead body on my doorstep when he knows that it'll bring me down on his neck?'

They continued to review the situation and speculate on the possible ident.i.ty of the murderer. Roger Bigot did not try to exclude them from the investigation in any way. Sensing their ability to give practical help, he took pains to invite their comments. Ralph and Gervase were duly touched. It was not the first time that their arrival in a town had been greeted by a violent death, but they usually had to track down the killer against the express wishes of the sheriff. Bigot was less possessive. He would cooperate with anyone who could lend valuable a.s.sistance to him in a murder inquiry.

It was only when the body was carried past them that they broke off. Placed on a litter and covered with some rough cloth, Hermer the Steward was taken off towards the chapel. The sheriff was reminded of a priority.

*The lord Richard must be informed at once,' he said.

*Will you go in person?' asked Ralph.

*No, this is a task for Olivier.'

*Olivier?'

*Yes, my lord. Olivier Romain is my deputy. He won't relish this particular duty but it has to be discharged. The lord Richard has the right to know of his steward's fate.'

*How will he react?'

*Violently.'

Richard de Fontenel was at first stupefied by the news. He took an involuntary step backwards as he absorbed the shock and took in the implications. When he spoke, his voice was hoa.r.s.e with anger.

*Dead?' he cried. *You're telling me that Hermer is dead?'

*I fear so, my lord.'

*Where was he found?'

*In a deserted house close to the castle.'

*What on earth was he doing there?'

*We've no idea.'

*Who found the body?'

*Brother Daniel, a scribe who travels with the commissioners.'

*Why should a monk go poking around in an empty house?'

*I don't know, my lord,' said Olivier Romain, *but we should be grateful that he did. The corpse might have lain there unseen for even longer. We believe that your steward's been dead for a couple of days.'

*What state was he in?'

*That's immaterial.'

*Tell me, Olivier!' demanded the other, lurching towards him. *G.o.d's t.i.ts, man! My steward has been murdered. I want to know what condition he was in when he was found. Tell me the truth.'

*I wasn't there when the lord sheriff went to investigate.'

*But he must have told you what he saw.'

Romain nodded sadly. *The killer left nothing to chance.'

*In other words, Hermer was butchered.'

*That's what I heard.'

They were standing in the hall of the manor house, a long room with an oaken floor. A table stood at the far end. Swinging on his heel, de Fontenel marched the full length of the room as he tried to subdue the rage that was building inside him. His efforts were in vain. With a loud bellow, he used an arm to dislodge everything that stood on the table, sending goblets and platters clattering to the floor. He turned to face his visitor.

*Were my gold elephants found on him?' he asked.

*No, my lord.'

*Are you sure?'

*There was nothing of value on his person. Or so I'm told.'

*Then where are those miniatures?'

*The lord sheriff is more interested in finding the murderer first,' said Romain. *In solving that crime, he believes, we will also solve the other.'

*Then you must seize Mauger Livarot at once,' insisted de Fontenel, striding back down the hall. *He's behind all this. He bribed Hermer to steal the two elephants from me then had him hacked to death by way of reward. Mauger is the culprit. I've said that all along. If you'd had the sense to listen to me at the start, my steward might still be alive and those elephants would be back under lock and key.'

*That's pure supposition, my lord.'

*Don't argue with me, man!' yelled the other. He raised an arm as if about to strike, but Olivier Romain held his ground. The sheriff's deputy was a stocky man of medium height, a conscientious officer who took his work with intense seriousness. Still only thirty, he had a composure and fearlessness that made de Fontenel hesitate. The older man lowered his arm and glowered at him. Romain did not flinch. His voice was calm.

*You're blaming the messenger for bringing bad tidings, my lord.'

*I blame the lord sheriff,' snarled the other.

*He's not culpable here.'

*Yes; he is. A robbery takes place yet he refuses to take charge of the case and fobs me off instead with his deputy. A murder occurs and he sends you to report the matter to me. Why isn't Roger Bigot here himself? What does it take to get him off his backside at the castle?'

*The lord sheriff is already making inquiries,' said Romain, defensively.

*His place is here, breaking the news to me. I want to know exactly when and how my steward was discovered. I also expect to be told that Mauger has been arrested and thrown into a dungeon for his heinous crimes.'

*If the lord Mauger is guilty, he'll be taken in due course.'

*Why the delay?'

*Evidence has to be gathered, my lord.'

*The man hates me,' said de Fontenel, jabbing a finger at him. *He's stolen my land, he's trespa.s.sed on my estate, he's done everything he can to annoy or obstruct me. Now he's trying to wreck a marriage that is very dear to my heart. How much more evidence do you need, Olivier?' He gesticulated wildly. *Mauger is a thief and murderer. Take him.'

*The lord sheriff means to interview him first thing tomorrow.'

*Why wait until then?'

*You'll have to ask him that.'

*Save valuable time and put him in chains this very evening.'

*I don't make the decisions,' said the other, reasonably. *I simply carry out orders. You needed to be told about the fate of your steward and that's why I rode out here post haste. It's bleak news, my lord, and I offer you my sincere condolences.'

*What use are they!' Richard de Fontenel stormed around the hall, feet clacking noisily on the oaken floor. One hand was on the dagger at his belt, the other clutched at his hair. It was as if he were feeling the full impact of the news for the first time. He came to an abrupt halt.

*The commissioners have arrived, you say?' he snapped.

*This afternoon, my lord.'

*How many in number?'

*Three with one scribe.'

*Take a message to the leader of the emba.s.sy.'

*If you wish.'

*I do wish, Olivier,' said the other, approaching him again. *My message is this. Until these crimes are solved, I refuse to be called to the shire hall to be examined by them. Theft and murder take precedence over their deliberations. Besides,' he went on with a harsh laugh, *I'll spare them time and trouble. When Mauger is arrested, he'll have to forfeit his claim to my property. The commissioners will not have to adjudicate between us. I'll only have to dispute lesser matters before them.'

*Your message will be delivered.'

*Take a second with you.'

*For the commissioners?'

*No, Olivier. For your revered Roger Bigot, sheriff of Norfolk and Suffolk.'

*What am I to say to him?' asked Romain, warily.

*That he must do his duty and call Mauger to account.'

*Or?'

The other man drew his dagger and brandished it menacingly. *I'll take the law into my own hands.'

Impervious to the discomfort Brother Daniel knelt at the altar rail in the chapel for a long time and offered up prayers for the soul of the dead man. Since he had discovered the corpse he felt a personal responsibility towards Hermer the Steward even though he had never met him. When he finally got up, genuflected and turned, he was astonished to see Eustace Coureton waiting patiently for him at the rear of the nave. *How long have you been there, my lord?' he asked.

*Long enough to appreciate how devout you are, Brother Daniel.'