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ToMarie-Claire,
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ContentsContents
PROLOGUE
PARTONE
Chapter1
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Chapter2
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Chapter3
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Chapter4
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PARTTWO
Chapter5
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Chapter6
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Chapter7
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PARTTHREE
Chapter8
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Chapter9
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Chapter10
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Chapter11
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Chapter12
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Chapter13
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Chapter14
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Chapter15
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Chapter16
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Chapter17
Chapter18
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AboutTheAuthor
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Onthenightof25November1120theWhiteShipsetoutforEnglandandfounderedoffBarfleurwithallhandssaveone....Thevesselwasthelatestthinginmarinetransport,fittedwithallthedevicesknowntotheshipbuilderofthetime....Thenotorietyofthiswreckisduetotheverylargenumberofdistinguishedpersonson
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board;besidetheking’ssonandheir,thereweretworoyalbastards,severalearlsandbarons,andmostoftheroyalhousehold...itshistoricalsignificanceisthatitleftHenrywithoutanobviousheir...itsultimateresultwasthedisputedsuccessionandtheperiodofanarchywhichfollowedHenry’sdeath.
—A.L.POOLE,
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FromDomesdayBooktoMagnaCarta
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PROLOGUE1123
THESMALLBOYScameearlytothehanging.
Itwasstilldarkwhenthefirstthreeorfourofthemsidledoutofthehovels,quietascats
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intheirfeltboots.Athinlayeroffreshsnowcoveredthelittletownlikeanewcoatofpaint,andtheirswerethefirstfootprintstoblemishitsperfectsurface.Theypickedtheirwaythroughthehuddledwoodenhutsandalongthestreetsoffrozenmudtothesilentmarketplace,wherethegallowsstoodwaiting.
Theboysdespisedeverythingtheireldersvalued.They
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scornedbeautyandmockedgoodness.Theywouldhootwithlaughteratthesightofacripple,andiftheysawawoundedanimaltheywouldstoneittodeath.Theyboastedofinjuriesandworetheirscarswithpride,andtheyreservedtheirspecialadmirationformutilation:aboywithafingermissingcouldbetheirking.Theylovedviolence;theywouldrunmilestoseebloodshed;
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andtheynevermissedahanging.
Oneoftheboyspiddledonthebaseofthescaffold.Anothermountedthesteps,puthisthumbstohisthroatandslumped,twistinghisfaceintoagrislyparodyofstrangulation:theotherswhoopedinadmiration,andtwodogscamerunningintothemarketplace,barking.Averyyoungboyrecklessly
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begantoeatanapple,andoneoftheolderonespunchedhisnoseandtookhisapple.Theyoungboyrelievedhisfeelingsbythrowingasharpstoneatadog,sendingtheanimalhowlinghome.Thentherewasnothingelsetodo,sotheyallsquattedonthedrypavementintheporchofthebigchurch,waitingforsomethingtohappen.
Candlelightflickeredbehind
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theshuttersofthesubstantialwoodandstonehousesaroundthesquare,thehomesofprosperouscraftsmenandtraders,asscullerymaidsandapprenticeboyslitfiresandheatedwaterandmadeporridge.Thecoloroftheskyturnedfromblacktogray.Thetownspeoplecameduckingoutoftheirlowdoorways,swathedinheavycloaksofcoarsewool,andwentshiveringdowntothe
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rivertofetchwater.
Soonagroupofyoungmen,groomsandlaborersandapprentices,swaggeredintothemarketplace.Theyturnedthesmallboysoutofthechurchporchwithcuffsandkicks,thenleanedagainstthecarvedstonearches,scratchingthemselvesandspittingonthegroundandtalkingwithstudiedconfidenceaboutdeathby
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hanging.Ifhe’slucky,saidone,hisneckbreaksassoonashefalls,aquickdeath,andpainless;butifnothehangsthereturningred,hismouthopeningandshuttinglikeafishoutofwater,untilhechokestodeath;andanothersaidthatdyinglikethatcantakethetimeamantakestowalkamile;andathirdsaiditcouldbeworsethanthat,hehadseenonewherebythetimethemandiedhisneck
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wasafootlong.
Theoldwomenformedagroupontheoppositesideofthemarketplace,asfaraspossiblefromtheyoungmen,whowereliabletoshoutvulgarremarksattheirgrandmothers.Theyalwayswokeupearly,theoldwomen,eventhoughtheynolongerhadbabiesandchildrentoworryover;andtheywerethefirsttogettheir
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fireslitandtheirhearthsswept.Theiracknowledgedleader,themuscularWidowBrewster,joinedthem,rollingabarrelofbeeraseasilyasachildrollsahoop.Beforeshecouldgetthelidofftherewasasmallcrowdofcustomerswaitingwithjugsandbuckets.
Thesheriffsbailiffopenedthemaingate,admittingthepeasantswholivedinthe
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suburb,inthelean-tohousesagainstthetownwall.Somebroughteggsandmilkandfreshbuttertosell,somecametobuybeerorbread,andsomestoodinthemarketplaceandwaitedforthehanging.
Everynowandagainpeoplewouldcocktheirheads,likewarysparrows,andglanceupatthecastleonthehilltopabovethetown.Theysaw
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smokerisingsteadilyfromthekitchen,andtheoccasionalflareofatorchbehindthearrow-slitwindowsofthestonekeep.Then,ataboutthetimethesunmusthavestartedtorisebehindthethickgraycloud,themightywoodendoorsopenedinthegatehouseandasmallgroupcameout.Thesheriffwasfirst,ridingafineblackcourser,followedbyanoxcartcarryingthebound
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prisoner.Behindthecartrodethreemen,andalthoughtheirfacescouldnotbeseenatthatdistance,theirclothesrevealedthattheywereaknight,apriestandamonk.Twomen-at-armsbroughtuptherearoftheprocession.
Theyhadallbeenattheshirecourt,heldinthenaveofthechurch,thedaybefore.Thepriesthadcaughtthethiefred-handed;themonkhad
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identifiedthesilverchaliceasbelongingtothemonastery;theknightwasthethief’slord,andhadidentifiedhimasarunaway;andthesheriffhadcondemnedhimtodeath.
Whiletheycameslowlydownthehill,therestofthetowngatheredaroundthegallows.Amongthelasttoarriveweretheleadingcitizens:thebutcher,thebaker,twoleathertanners,
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twosmiths,thecutlerandthefletcher,allwiththeirwives.
Themoodofthecrowdwasodd.Normallytheyenjoyedahanging.Theprisonerwasusuallyathief,andtheyhatedthieveswiththepassionofpeoplewhosepossessionsarehard-earned.Butthisthiefwasdifferent.Nobodyknewwhohewasorwherehecamefrom.Hehadnotstolenfromthem,butfromamonastery
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twentymilesaway.Andhehadstolenajeweledchalice,somethingwhosevaluewassogreatthatitwouldbevirtuallyimpossibletosell—whichwasnotlikestealingahamoranewknifeoragoodbelt,thelossofwhichwouldhurtsomeone.Theycouldnothateamanforacrimesopointless.Therewereafewjeersandcatcallsastheprisonerenteredthemarketplace,buttheabuse
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washalf-hearted,andonlythesmallboysmockedhimwithanyenthusiasm.
Mostofthetownspeoplehadnotbeenincourt,forcourtdayswerenotholidaysandtheyallhadtomakealiving,sothiswasthefirsttimetheyhadseenthethief.Hewasquiteyoung,somewherebetweentwentyandthirtyyearsofage,andofnormalheightandbuild,but
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otherwisehisappearancewasstrange.Hisskinwasaswhiteasthesnowontheroofs,hehadprotuberanteyesofstartlingbrightgreen,andhishairwasthecolorofapeeledcarrot.Themaidsthoughthewasugly;theoldwomenfeltsorryforhim;andthesmallboyslaugheduntiltheyfelldown.
Thesheriffwasafamiliarfigure,buttheotherthree
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menwhohadsealedthethief’sdoomwerestrangers.Theknight,afleshymanwithyellowhair,wasclearlyapersonofsomeimportance,forherodeawar-horse,ahugebeastthatcostasmuchasacarpenterearnedintenyears.Themonkwasmucholder,perhapsfiftyormore,atall,thinmanwhosatslumpedinhissaddleasiflifewereawearisomeburdentohim.Moststrikingwasthe
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priest,ayoungmanwithasharpnoseandlankblackhair,wearingblackrobesandridingachestnutstallion.Hehadanalert,dangerouslook,likeablackcatthatcouldsmellanestofbabymice.
Asmallboytookcarefulaimandspatattheprisoner.Itwasagoodshotandcaughthimbetweentheeyes.Hesnarledacurseandlungedatthespitter,buthewas
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restrainedbytheropesattachinghimtothesidesofthecart.TheincidentwasnotremarkableexceptthatthewordshespokewereNormanFrench,thelanguageofthelords.Washehigh-born,then?Orjustalongwayfromhome?Nobodyknew.
Theoxcartstoppedbeneaththegallows.Thesheriff’sbailiffclimbedontotheflatbedofthecartwiththe
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nooseinhishand.Theprisonerstartedtostruggle.Theboyscheered—theywouldhavebeendisappointediftheprisonerhadremainedcalm.Theman’smovementswererestrictedbytheropestiedtohiswristsandankles,buthejerkedhisheadfromsidetoside,evadingthenoose.Afteramomentthebailiff,ahugeman,steppedbackandpunchedtheprisonerinthe
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stomach.Themandoubledover,winded,andthebailiffslippedtheropeoverhisheadandtightenedtheknot.Thenhejumpeddowntothegroundandpulledtheropetaut,securingitsotherendtoahookinthebaseofthegallows.
Thiswastheturningpoint.Iftheprisonerstrugglednow,hewouldonlydiesooner.
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Themen-at-armsuntiedtheprisoner’slegsandlefthimstandingaloneonthebedofthecart,hishandsboundbehindhisback.Ahushfellonthecrowd.
Therewasoftenadisturbanceatthispoint:theprisoner’smotherwouldhaveascreamingfit,orhiswifewouldpulloutaknifeandrushtheplatforminalast-minuteattempttorescuehim.
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SometimestheprisonercalleduponGodforforgivenessorpronouncedblood-curdlingcursesonhisexecutioners.Themen-at-armsnowstationedthemselvesoneithersideofthescaffold,readytodealwithanyincident.
Thatwaswhentheprisonerbegantosing.
Hehadahightenorvoice,verypure.Thewordswere
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French,buteventhosewhocouldnotunderstandthelanguagecouldtellbyitsplaintivemelodythatitwasasongofsadnessandloss.
Alark,caughtinahunter’snet
Sangsweeterthenthanever,
Asifthefallingmelody
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Mightwingandnetdissever.
Ashesanghelookeddirectlyatsomeoneinthecrowd.Graduallyaspaceformedaroundtheperson,andeveryonecouldseeher.
Shewasagirlofaboutfifteen.Whenpeoplelookedathertheywonderedwhytheyhadnotnoticedherbefore.Shehadlongdark-
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brownhair,thickandrich,whichcametoapointonherwideforeheadinwhatpeoplecalledadevil’speak.Shehadregularfeaturesandasensual,full-lippedmouth.Theoldwomennoticedherthickwaistandheavybreasts,concludedthatshewaspregnant,andguessedthattheprisonerwasthefatherofherunbornchild.Buteveryoneelsenoticednothingexcepthereyes.Shemighthave
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beenpretty,butshehaddeep-set,intenseeyesofastartlinggoldencolor,soluminousandpenetratingthatwhenshelookedatyou,youfeltshecouldseerightintoyourheart,andyouavertedyoureyes,scaredthatshewoulddiscoveryoursecrets.Shewasdressedinrags,andtearsstreameddownhersoftcheeks.
Thedriverofthecartlooked
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expectantlyatthebailiff.Thebailifflookedatthesheriff,waitingforthenod.Theyoungpriestwiththesinisterairnudgedthesheriffimpatiently,butthesherifftooknonotice.Heletthethiefcarryonsinging.Therewasadreadfulpausewhiletheuglyman’slovelyvoicehelddeathatbay.
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Atduskthehuntertookhisprey,
Thelarkhisfreedomnever.
Allbirdsandmenaresuretodie
Butsongsmayliveforever.
Whenthesongendedthesherifflookedatthebailiffandnodded.Thebailiff
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shouted“Hup!”andlashedtheox’sflankwithalengthofrope.Thecartercrackedhiswhipatthesametime.Theoxsteppedforward,theprisonerstandinginthecartstaggered,theoxpulledthecartaway,andtheprisonerdroppedintomidair.Theropestraightenedandthethief’sneckbrokewithasnap.
Therewasascream,andeveryonelookedatthegirl.
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Itwasnotshewhohadscreamed,butthecutler’swifebesideher.Butthegirlwasthecauseofthescream.Shehadsunktoherkneesinfrontofthegallows,withherarm!stretchedoutinfrontofher,thepositionadoptedtoutteracurse.Thepeopleshrankfromherinfear:everyoneknewthatthecursesofthosewhohadsufferedinjusticewereparticularlyeffective,andtheyhadall
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suspectedthatsomethingwasnotquiterightaboutthishanging.Thesmallboyswereterrified.
Thegirlturnedherhypnoticgoldeneyesonthethreestrangers,theknight,themonkandthepriest;andthenshepronouncedhercurse,callingouttheterriblewordsinringingtones:“Icurseyouwithsicknessandsorrow,withhungerandpain;your
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houseshallbeconsumedbyfire,andyourchildrenshalldieonthegallows;yourenemiesshallprosper,andyoushallgrowoldinsadnessandregret,anddieinfoulnessandagony....”Asshespokethelastwordsthegirlreachedintoasackonthegroundbesideherandpulledoutalivecockerel.Aknifeappearedinherhandfromnowhere,andwithonesliceshecutofftheheadofthe
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cock.
Whilethebloodwasstillspurtingfromtheseveredneckshethrewthebeheadedcockatthepriestwiththeblackhair.Itfellshort,butthebloodsprayedoverhim,andoverthemonkandtheknightoneithersideofhim.Thethreementwistedawayinloathing,butbloodlandedoneachofthem,spatteringtheirfacesandstainingtheir
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garments.
Thegirlturnedandran.
Thecrowdopenedinfrontofherandclosedbehindher.Forafewmomentstherewaspandemonium.Atlastthesheriffcaughttheattentionofhismen-at-armsandangrilytoldthemtochaseher.Theybegantostrugglethroughthecrowd,roughlypushingmenandwomenandchildrenout
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oftheway,butthegirlwasoutofsightinatwinkling,andthoughthesheriffwouldsearchforher,heknewhewouldnotfindher.
Heturnedawayindisgust.Theknight,themonkandthepriesthadnotwatchedtheflightofthegirl.Theywerestillstaringatthegallows.Thesherifffollowedtheirgaze.Thedeadthiefhungattheendoftherope,hispale
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youngfacealreadyturningbluish,whilebeneathhisgentlyswingingcorpsethecock,headlessbutnotquitedead,ranaroundinaraggedcircleonthebloodstainedsnow.
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PARTONE1135-1136
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Chapter1
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INABROADVALLEY,atthefootofaslopinghillside,besideaclearbubblingstream,Tomwasbuildingahouse.
Thewallswerealreadythreefeethighandrisingfast.The
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twomasonsTomhadengagedwereworkingsteadilyinthesunshine,theirtrowelsgoingscrape,slapandthentap,tapwhiletheirlaborersweatedundertheweightofthebigstoneblocks.Tom’ssonAlfredwasmixingmortar,countingaloudashescoopedsandontoaboard.Therewasalsoacarpenter,workingatthebenchbesideTom,carefullyshapingalengthofbeech
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woodwithanadz.
Alfredwasfourteenyearsold,andtalllikeTom.Tomwasaheadhigherthanmostmen,andAlfredwasonlyacoupleofinchesless,andstillgrowing.Theylookedalike,too:bothhadlight-brownhairandgreenisheyeswithbrownflecks.Peoplesaidtheywereahandsomepair.ThemaindifferencebetweenthemwasthatTomhadacurlybrown
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beard,whereasAlfredhadonlyafineblondfluff.ThehaironAlfred’sheadhadbeenthatcoloronce,Tomrememberedfondly.NowthatAlfredwasbecomingaman,Tomwishedhewouldtakeamoreintelligentinterestinhiswork,forhehadalottolearnifhewastobeamasonlikehisfather;butsofarAlfredremainedboredandbaffledbytheprinciplesofbuilding.
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Whenthehousewasfinisheditwouldbethemostluxurioushomeformilesaround.Thegroundfloorwouldbeaspaciousundercroft,forstorage,withacurvedvaultforaceiling,sothatitwouldnotcatchfire.Thehall,wherepeopleactuallylived,wouldbeabove,reachedbyanoutsidestaircase,itsheightmakingithardtoattackandeasytodefend.Againstthehallwall
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therewouldbeachimney,totakeawaythesmokeofthefire.Thiswasaradicalinnovation:Tomhadonlyeverseenonehousewithachimney,butithadstruckhimassuchagoodideathathewasdeterminedtocopyit.Atoneendofthehouse,overthehall,therewouldbeasmallbedroom,forthatwaswhatearls’daughtersdemandednowadays—theyweretoofinetosleepinthe
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hallwiththemenandtheservingwenchesandthehuntingdogs.Thekitchenwouldbeaseparatebuilding,foreverykitchencaughtfiresoonerorlater,andtherewasnothingforitbuttobuildthemfarawayfromeverythingelseandputupwithlukewarmfood.
Tomwasmakingthedoorwayofthehouse.Thedoorpostswouldberounded
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tolooklikecolumns—atouchofdistinctionforthenoblenewlywedswhoweretolivehere.Withhiseyeontheshapedwoodentemplatehewasusingasaguide,Tomsethisironchiselobliquelyagainstthestoneandtappeditgentlywiththebigwoodenhammer.Asmallshoweroffragmentsfellawayfromthesurface,leavingtheshapealittlerounder.Hediditagain.Smoothenoughfora
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cathedral.
Hehadworkedonacathedralonce—Exeter.Atfirsthehadtreateditlikeanyotherjob.Hehadbeenangryandresentfulwhenthemasterbuilderhadwarnedhimthathisworkwasnotquiteuptostandard:heknewhimselftoberathermorecarefulthantheaveragemason.Butthenherealizedthatthewallsofacathedralhadtobenotjust
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good,butperfect.ThiswasbecausethecathedralwasforGod,andalsobecausethebuildingwassobigthattheslightestleaninthewalls,themerestvariationfromtheabsolutelytrueandlevel,couldweakenthestructurefatally.Tom’sresentmentturnedtofascination.ThecombinationofahugelyambitiousbuildingwithmercilessattentiontothesmallestdetailopenedTom’s
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eyestothewonderofhiscraft.HelearnedfromtheExetermasterabouttheimportanceofproportion,thesymbolismofvariousnumbers,andthealmostmagicalformulasforworkingoutthecorrectwidthofawallortheangleofastepinaspiralstaircase.Suchthingscaptivatedhim.Hewassurprisedtolearnthatmanymasonsfoundthemincomprehensible.
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AfterawhileTomhadbecomethemasterbuilder’sright-handman,andthatwaswhenhebegantoseethemaster’sshortcomings.Themanwasagreatcraftsmanandanincompetentorganizer.Hewascompletelybaffledbytheproblemsofobtainingtherightquantityofstonetokeeppacewiththemasons,makingsurethattheblacksmithmadeenoughoftherighttools,burninglime
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andcartingsandforthemortarmakers,fellingtreesforthecarpenters,andgettingenoughmoneyfromthecathedralchaptertopayforeverything.
IfTomhadstayedatExeteruntilthemasterbuilderdied,hemighthavebecomemasterhimself;butthechapterranoutofmoney—partlybecauseofthemaster’smismanagement—andthe
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craftsmenhadtomoveon,lookingforworkelsewhere.TomhadbeenofferedthepostofbuildertotheExetercastellan,repairingandimprovingthecity’sfortifications.Itwouldhavebeenalifetimejob,barringaccidents.ButTomhadturneditdown,forhewantedtobuildanothercathedral.
Hiswife,Agnes,hadneverunderstoodthatdecision.
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Theymighthavehadagoodstonehouse,andservants,andtheirownstables,andmeatonthetableeverydinnertime;andshehadneverforgivenTomforturningdowntheopportunity.Shecouldnotcomprehendtheirresistibleattractionofbuildingacathedral:theabsorbingcomplexityoforganization,theintellectualchallengeofthecalculations,thesheersizeofthewalls,
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andthebreathtakingbeautyandgrandeurofthefinishedbuilding.Oncehehadtastedthatwine,Tomwasneversatisfiedwithanythingless.
Thathadbeentenyearsago.Sincethentheyhadneverstayedanywhereforverylong.Hewoulddesignanewchapterhouseforamonastery,workforayearortwoonacastle,orbuildatownhouseforarich
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merchant;butassoonashehadsomemoneysavedhewouldleave,withhiswifeandchildren,andtaketotheroad,lookingforanothercathedral.
HeglancedupfromhisbenchandsawAgnesstandingattheedgeofthebuildingsite,holdingabasketoffoodinonehandandrestingabigjugofbeerontheoppositehip.Itwasmidday.Helookedather
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fondly.Noonewouldevercallherpretty,butherfacewasfullofstrength:abroadforehead,largebrowneyes,astraightnose,astrongjaw.Herdark,wiryhairwaspartedinthemiddleandtiedbehind.ShewasTom’ssoulmate.
ShepouredbeerforTomandAlfred.Theystoodthereforamoment,thetwobigmenandthestrongwoman,drinking
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beerfromwoodencups;andthenthefourthmemberofthefamilycameskippingoutofthewheatfield:Martha,sevenyearsoldandasprettyasadaffodil,butadaffodilwithapetalmissing,forshehadagapwheretwomilkteethhadfallenoutandthenewoneshadnotyetgrown.SherantoTom,kissedhisdustybeard,andbeggedasipofhisbeer.Hehuggedherbonybody.“Don’tdrinktoo
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much,oryou’llfallintoaditch,”hesaid.Shestaggeredaroundinacircle,pretendingtobedrunk.
Theyallsatdownonthewoodpile.AgneshandedTomahunkofwheatbread,athicksliceofboiledbaconandasmallonion.Hetookabiteofthemeatandstartedtopeeltheonion.Agnesgavethechildrenfoodandbegantoeatherown.Perhapsitwas
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irresponsible,Tomthought,toturndownthatdulljobinExeterandgolookingforacathedraltobuild;butI’vealwaysbeenabletofeedthemall,despitemyrecklessness.
Hetookhiseatingknifefromthefrontpocketofhisleatherapron,cutasliceofftheonion,andateitwithabiteofbread.Theonionwassweetandstinginginhismouth.Agnessaid:“I’mwithchild
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again.”
Tomstoppedchewingandstaredather.Athrillofdelighttookholdofhim.Notknowingwhattosay,hejustsmiledfoolishlyather.Afterafewmomentssheblushed,andsaid:“Itisn’tthatsurprising.”
Tomhuggedher.“Well,well,”hesaid,stillgrinningwithpleasure.“Ababetopull
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mybeard.AndIthoughtthenextwouldbeAlfred’s.”
“Don’tgettoohappyyet,”Agnescautioned.“It’sbadlucktonamethechildbeforeit’sborn.”
Tomnoddedassent.Agneshadhadseveralmiscarriagesandonestillbornbaby,andtherehadbeenanotherlittlegirl,Matilda,whohadlivedonlytwoyears.“I’dlikea
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boy,though,”hesaid.“NowthatAlfred’ssobig.Whenisitdue?”
“AfterChristmas.”
Tombegantocalculate.Theshellofthehousewouldbefinishedbyfirstfrost,thenthestoneworkwouldhavetobecoveredwithstrawtoprotectitthroughthewinter.Themasonswouldspendthecoldmonthscuttingstones
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forwindows,vaults,doorcasesandthefireplace,whilethecarpentermadefloorboardsanddoorsandshuttersandTombuiltthescaffoldingfortheupstairswork.Theninspringtheywouldvaulttheundercroft,floorthehallaboveit,andputontheroof.ThejobwouldfeedthefamilyuntilWhitsun,bywhichtimethebabywouldbehalfayearold.Thentheywouldmoveon.
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“Good,”hesaidcontentedly.“Thisisgood.”Heateanothersliceofonion.
“I’mtoooldtobearchildren,”Agnessaid.“Thismustbemylast.”
Tomthoughtaboutthat.Hewasnotsurehowoldshewas,innumbers,butplentyofwomenborechildrenathertimeoflife.However,itwastruetheysufferedmoreas
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theygrewolder,andthebabieswerenotsostrong.Nodoubtshewasright.Buthowwouldshemakecertainthatshewouldnotconceiveagain?hewondered.Thenherealizedhow,andacloudshadowedhissunnymood.
“Imaygetagoodjob,inatown,”hesaid,tryingtomollifyher.“Acathedral,orapalace.Thenwemighthaveabighousewithwoodfloors,
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andamaidtohelpyouwiththebaby.”
Herfacehardened,andshesaidskeptically:“Itmaybe.”Shedidnotliketoheartalkofcathedrals.IfTomhadneverworkedonacathedral,herfacesaid,shemightbelivinginatownhousenow,withmoneysavedupandburiedunderthefireplace,andnothingtoworryabout.
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Tomlookedawayandtookanotherbiteofbacon.Theyhadsomethingtocelebrate,buttheywereindisharmony.Hefeltletdown.Hechewedthetoughmeatforawhile,thenheheardahorse.Hecockedhisheadtolisten.Theriderwascomingthroughthetreesfromthedirectionoftheroad,takingashortcutandavoidingthevillage.
Amomentlater,ayoungman
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onaponytrottedupanddismounted.Helookedlikeasquire,akindofapprenticeknight.“Yourlordiscoming,”hesaid.
Tomstoodup.“YoumeanLordPercy?”PercyHamleighwasoneofthemostimportantmeninthecountry.Heownedthisvalley,andmanyothers,andhewaspayingforthehouse.
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“Hisson,”saidthesquire.
“YoungWilliam.”Percy’sson,William,wastooccupythishouseafterhismarriage.HewasengagedtoLadyAliena,thedaughteroftheearlofShiring.
“Thesame,”saidthesquire.“Andinarage.”
Tom’sheartsank.Atthebestoftimesitcouldbedifficult
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todealwiththeownerofahouseunderconstruction.Anownerinaragewasimpossible.“What’sheangryabout?”
“Hisbriderejectedhim.”
“Theearl’sdaughter?”saidTominsurprise.Hefeltapangoffear:hehadjustbeenthinkinghowsecurehisfuturewas.“Ithoughtthatwassettled.”
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“Sodidweall—excepttheLadyAliena,itseems,”thesquiresaid.“Themomentshemethim,sheannouncedthatshewouldn’tmarryhimforalltheworldandawoodcock.”
Tomfrownedworriedly.Hedidnotwantthistobetrue.“Buttheboy’snotbad-looking,asIrecall.”
Agnessaid:“Asifthatmade
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anydifference,inherposition.Ifearls’daughterswereallowedtomarrywhomtheyplease,we’dallberuledbystrollingminstrelsanddark-eyedoutlaws.”
“Thegirlmayyetchangehermind,”Tomsaidhopefully.
“Shewillifhermothertakesabirchrodtoher,”Agnessaid.
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Thesquiresaid:“Hermother’sdead.”
Agnesnodded.“Thatexplainswhyshedoesn’tknowthefactsoflife.ButIdon’tseewhyherfathercan’tcompelher.”
Thesquiresaid:“Itseemsheoncepromisedhewouldnevermarryhertosomeoneshehated.”
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“Afoolishpledge!”Tomsaidangrily.Howcouldapowerfulmantiehimselftothewhimofagirlinthatway?Hermarriagecouldaffectmilitaryalliances,baronialfinances...eventhebuildingofthishouse.
Thesquiresaid:“Shehasabrother,soit’snotsoimportantwhomshemarries.”
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“Evenso...”
“Andtheearlisanunbendingman,”thesquirewenton.“Hewon’tgobackonapromise,evenonemadetoachild.”Heshrugged.“Sotheysay.”
Tomlookedatthelowstonewallsofthehouse-to-be.Hehadnotyetsavedenoughmoneytokeepthefamilythroughthewinter,he
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realizedwithachill.“Perhapstheladwillfindanotherbridetosharethisplacewithhim.He’sgotthewholecountytochoosefrom.”
Alfredspokeinacrackedadolescentvoice.“ByChrist,Ithinkthisishim.”Followinghisgaze,theyalllookedacrossthefield.Ahorsewascomingfromthevillageatagallop,kickingupacloudofdustandearthfrom
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thepathway.Alfred’soathwaspromptedbythesizeaswellasthespeedofthehorse:itwashuge.Tomhadseenbeastslikeitbefore,butperhapsAlfredhadnot.Itwasawar-horse,ashighatthewitherasaman’schin,andbroadinproportion.Suchwar-horseswerenotbredinEngland,butcamefromoverseas,andwereenormouslycostly.
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Tomdroppedtheremainsofhisbreadinthepocketofhisapron,thennarrowedhiseyesagainstthesunandgazedacrossthefield.Thehorsehaditsearsbackandnostrilsflared,butitseemedtoTomthatitsheadwaswellup,asignthatitwasnotcompletelyoutofcontrol.Sureenough,asitcameclosertheriderleanedback,haulingonthereins,andthehugeanimalseemedtoslowa
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little.NowTomcouldfeelthedrummingofitshoovesinthegroundbeneathhisfeet.HelookedaroundforMartha,thinkingtopickherupandputheroutofharm’sway.Agneshadthesamethought.ButMarthawasnowheretobeseen.
“Inthewheat,”Agnessaid,butTomhadalreadyfiguredthatoutandwasstridingacrossthesitetotheedgeof
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thefield.Hescannedthewavingwheatwithfearinhisheartbuthecouldnotseethechild.
Theonlythinghecouldthinkofwastotrytoslowthehorse.Hesteppedintothepathandbegantowalktowardthechargingbeast,holdinghisarmswide.Thehorsesawhim,raiseditsheadforabetterlook,andslowedperceptibly.Then,toTom’s
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horror,theriderspurrediton.
“Youdamnedfool!”Tomroared,althoughtheridercouldnothear.
ThatwaswhenMarthasteppedoutofthefieldandintothepathwayafewyardsinfrontofTom.
ForaninstantTomstoodstillinasickpanic.Thenheleapedforward,shoutingand
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wavinghisarms;butthiswasawar-horse,trainedtochargeatyellinghordes,anditdidnotflinch.Marthastoodinthemiddleofthenarrowpath,staringasiftransfixedbythehugebeastbearingdownonher.TherewasamomentwhenTomrealizeddesperatelythathecouldnotgettoherbeforethehorsedid.Heswervedtooneside,hisarmtouchingthestandingwheat;andatthelastinstant
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thehorseswervedtotheotherside.Therider’sstirrupbrushedMartha’sfinehair;ahoofstampedaroundholeinthegroundbesideherbarefoot;thenthehorsehadgoneby,sprayingthembothwithdirt,andTomsnatchedherupinhisarmsandheldhertighttohispoundingheart.
Hestoodstillforamoment,awashwithrelief,hislimbsweak,hisinsideswatery.
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Thenhefeltasurgeoffuryattherecklessnessofthestupidyouthonhismassivewar-horse.Helookedupangrily.LordWilliamwasslowingthehorsenow,sittingbackinthesaddle,withhisfeetpushedforwardinthestirrups,sawingonthereins.Thehorseswervedtoavoidthebuildingsite.Ittosseditsheadandthenbucked,butWilliamstayedon.Heslowedittoacanterandthenatrotas
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heguideditaroundinawidecircle.
Marthawascrying.TomhandedhertoAgnesandwaitedforWilliam.Theyounglordwasatall,well-builtfellowofabouttwentyyears,withyellowhairandnarroweyeswhichmadehimlookasifhewerealwayspeeringintothesun.Heworeashortblacktunicwithblackhose,andleathershoeswith
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strapscrisscrosseduptohisknees.Hesatwellonthehorseanddidnotseemshakenbywhathadhappened.Thefoolishboydoesn’tevenknowwhathe’sdone,Tomthoughtbitterly.I’dliketowringhisneck.
Williamhaltedthehorseinfrontofthewoodpileandlookeddownatthebuilders.“Who’sinchargehere?”hesaid.
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TomwantedtosayIfyouhadhurtmylittlegirl,Iwouldhavekilledyou,buthesuppressedhisrage.Itwaslikeswallowingabittermouthful.Heapproachedthehorseandhelditsbridle.“I’mthemasterbuilder,”hesaidtightly.“MynameisTom.”
“Thishouseisnolongerneeded,”saidWilliam.“Dismissyourmen.”
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ItwaswhatTomhadbeendreading.ButheheldontothehopethatWilliamwasbeingimpetuousinhisanger,andmightbepersuadedtochangehismind.Withaneffort,hemadehisvoicefriendlyandreasonable.“Butsomuchworkhasbeendone,”hesaid.“Whywastewhatyou’vespent?You’llneedthehouseoneday.”
“Don’ttellmehowto
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managemyaffairs,TomBuilder,”saidWilliam.“You’realldismissed.”Hetwitchedarein,butTomhadholdofthebridle.“Letgoofmyhorse,”Williamsaiddangerously.
Tomswallowed.InamomentWilliamwouldtrytogetthehorse’sheadup.Tomfeltinhisapronpocketandbroughtoutthecrustofbreadhehadbeeneating.Heshoweditto
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thehorse,whichdippeditsheadandtookabite.“There’smoretobesaid,beforeyouleave,mylord,”hesaidmildly.
Williamsaid:“Letmyhorsego,orI’lltakeyourheadoff.”Tomlookeddirectlyathim,tryingnottoshowhisfear.HewasbiggerthanWilliam,butthatwouldmakenodifferenceiftheyounglorddrewhissword.
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Agnesmutteredfearfully:“Doasthelordsays,husband.”
Therewasdeadsilence.Theotherworkmenstoodasstillasstatues,watching.Tomknewthattheprudentthingwouldbetogivein.ButWilliamhadnearlytrampledTom’slittlegirl,andthatmadeTommad,sowitharacinghearthesaid:“Youhavetopayus.”
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Williampulledonthereins,butTomheldthebridletight,andthehorsewasdistracted,nuzzlinginTom’sapronpocketformorefood.“Applytomyfatherforyourwages!”Williamsaidangrily.
Tomheardthecarpentersayinaterrifiedvoice:“We’lldothat,mylord,thankingyouverymuch.”
Wretchedcoward,Tom
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thought,buthewastremblinghimself.Neverthelessheforcedhimselftosay:“Ifyouwanttodismissus,youmustpayus,accordingtothecustom.Yourfather’shouseistwodays’walkfromhere,andwhenwearrivehemaynotbethere.”
“Menhavediedforlessthanthis,”Williamsaid.Hischeeksreddenedwithanger.
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Outofthecornerofhiseye,Tomsawthesquiredrophishandtothehiltofhissword.Heknewheshouldgiveupnow,andhumblehimself,buttherewasanobstinateknotofangerinhisbelly,andasscaredashewashecouldnotbringhimselftoreleasethebridle.“Payusfirst,thenkillme,”hesaidrecklessly.“Youmayhangforit,oryoumaynot;butyou’lldiesoonerorlater,andthenIwillbein
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heavenandyouwillbeinhell.”
ThesneerfrozeonWilliam’sfaceandhepaled.Tomwassurprised:whathadfrightenedtheboy?Notthementionofhanging,surely:itwasnotreallylikelythatalordwouldbehangedforthemurderofacraftsman.Washeterrifiedofhell?
Theystaredatoneanotherfor
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afewmoments.TomwatchedwithamazementandreliefasWilliam’ssetexpressionofangerandcontemptmeltedaway,tobereplacedbyapanickyanxiety.AtlastWilliamtookaleatherpursefromhisbeltandtossedittohissquire,saying:“Paythem.”
AtthatpointTompushedhisluck.WhenWilliampulledonthereinsagain,andthe
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horselifteditsstrongheadandsteppedsideways,Tommovedwiththehorseandheldontothebridle,andsaid:“Afullweek’swagesondismissal,thatisthecustom.”HeheardasharpintakeofbreathfromAgnes,justbehindhim,andheknewshethoughthewascrazytoprolongtheconfrontation.Butheplowedon.“That’ssixpenceforthelaborer,twelveforthecarpenterand
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eachofthemasons,andtwenty-fourpenceforme.Sixty-sixpenceinall.”Hecouldaddpenniesfasterthananyoneheknew.
Thesquirewaslookinginquiringlyathismaster.Williamsaidangrily:“Verywell.”
Tomreleasedthebridleandsteppedback.
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Williamturnedthehorseandkickedithard,anditboundedforwardontothepaththroughthewheatfield.
Tomsatdownsuddenlyonthewoodpile.Hewonderedwhathadgotintohim.IthadbeenmadtodefyLordWilliamlikethat.Hefeltluckytobealive.
ThehoofbeatsofWilliam’swar-horsefadedtoadistant
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thunder,andhissquireemptiedthepurseontoaboard.Tomfeltasurgeoftriumphasthesilverpenniestumbledoutintothesunshine.Ithadbeenmad,butithadworked:hehadsecuredjustpaymentforhimselfandthemenworkingunderhim.“Evenlordsoughttofollowthecustoms,”hesaid,halftohimself.
Agnesheardhim.“Justhope
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you’reneverinwantofworkfromLordWilliam,”shesaidsourly.
Tomsmiledather.Heunderstoodthatshewaschurlishbecauseshehadbeenfrightened.“Don’tfrowntoomuch,oryou’llhavenothingbutcurdledmilkinyourbreastswhenthatbabyisborn.”
“Iwon’tbeabletofeedany
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ofusunlessyoufindworkforthewinter.”
“Thewinter’salongwayoff,”saidTom.
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Theystayedatthevillagethroughthesummer.Later,theycametoregardthisdecisionasaterriblemistake,butatthetimeitseemedsensibleenough,forTomand
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AgnesandAlfredcouldeachearnapennyadayworkinginthefieldsduringtheharvest.Whenautumncame,andtheyhadtomoveon,theyhadaheavybagofsilverpenniesandafatpig.
Theyspentthefirstnightintheporchofavillagechurch,butonthesecondtheyfoundacountryprioryandtookadvantageofmonastichospitality.Onthethirdday
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theyfoundthemselvesintheheartoftheChuteForest,avastexpanseofscrubandroughwoodland,onaroadnotmuchbroaderthanthewidthofanoxcart,withtheluxuriantgrowthofsummerdyingbetweentheoaksoneitherside.
Tomcarriedhissmallertoolsinasatchelandslunghishammersfromhisbelt.Hehadhiscloakinabundle
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underhisleftarmandhecarriedhisironspikeinhisrighthand,usingitasawalkingstick.Hewashappytobeontheroadagain.Hisnextjobmightbeworkingonacathedral.Hemightbecomemastermasonandstaytheretherestofhislife,andbuildachurchsowonderfulitwouldguaranteethathewenttoheaven.
Agneshadtheirfew
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householdpossessionsinsidethecookingpotwhichshecarriedstrappedtoherback.Alfredcarriedthetoolstheywouldusetomakeanewhomesomewhere:anax,anadz,asaw,asmallhammer,abradawlformakingholesinleatherandwood,andaspade.Marthawastoosmalltocarryanythingbutherownbowlandeatingknifetiedtoherbeltandherwintercloakstrappedtoherback.
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However,shehadthedutyofdrivingthepiguntiltheycouldsellitatamarket.
TomkeptacloseeyeonAgnesastheywalkedthroughtheendlesswoods.Shewasmorethanhalfwaythroughhertermnow,andcarryingaconsiderableweightinherbellyaswellastheburdenonherback.Butsheseemedtireless.Alfred,too,wasallright:hewasat
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theagewhenboyshavemoreenergythantheyknowwhattodowith.OnlyMarthawastiring.Herthinlegsweremadefortheplayfulscamper,notthelongmarch,andshedroppedbehindconstantly,sothattheothershadtostopandwaitforherandthepigtocatchup.
AshewalkedTomthoughtaboutthecathedralhewouldbuildoneday.Hebegan,as
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always,bypicturinganarchway.Itwasverysimple:twouprightssupportingasemicircle.Thenheimaginedasecond,justthesameasthefirst.Hepushedthetwotogether,inhismind,toformonedeeparchway.Thenheaddedanother,andanother,thenalotmore,untilhehadawholerowofthem,allstucktogether,formingatunnel.Thiswastheessenceofabuilding,forithadaroofto
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keeptherainoffandtwowallstoholduptheroof.Achurchwasjustatunnel,withrefinements.
Atunnelwasdark,sothefirstrefinementswerewindows.Ifthewallwasstrongenough,itcouldhaveholesinit.Theholeswouldberoundatthetop,withstraightsidesandaflatsill—thesameshapeastheoriginalarchway.Usingsimilarshapesforarchesand
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windowsanddoorswasoneofthethingsthatmadeabuildingbeautiful.Regularitywasanother,andTomvisualizedtwelveidenticalwindows,evenlyspaced,alongeachwallofthetunnel.
Tomtriedtovisualizethemoldingsoverthewindows,buthisconcentrationkeptslippingbecausehehadthefeelingthathewasbeingwatched.Itwasafoolish
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notion,hethought,ifonlybecauseofcoursehewasbeingobservedbythebirds,foxes,cats,squirrels,rats,mice,weasels,stoatsandvoleswhichthrongedtheforest.
Theysatdownbyastreamatmidday.Theydrankthepurewaterandatecoldbaconandcrabappleswhichtheypickedupfromtheforestfloor.
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IntheafternoonMarthawastired.Atonepointshewasahundredyardsbehindthem.Standingwaitingforhertocatchup,TomrememberedAlfredatthatage.Hehadbeenabeautiful,golden-hairedboy,sturdyandbold.FondnessmingledwithirritationinTomashewatchedMarthascoldingthepigforbeingsoslow.Thenafiguresteppedoutoftheundergrowthjustaheadof
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her.WhathappenednextwassoquickthatTomcouldhardlybelieveit.Themanwhohadappearedsosuddenlyontheroadraisedacluboverhisshoulder.AhorrifiedshoutroseinTom’sthroat,butbeforehecouldutteritthemanswungtheclubatMartha.Itstruckherfullonthesideofthehead,andTomheardthesickeningsoundoftheblowconnecting.Shefelltothegroundlikea
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droppeddoll.
Tomfoundhimselfrunningbackalongtheroadtowardthem,hisfeetpoundingthehardearthlikethehoovesofWilliam’swar-horse,willinghislegstocarryhimfaster.Asheran,hewatchedwhatwashappening,anditwaslikelookingatapicturepaintedhighonachurchwall,forhecouldseeitbuttherewasnothinghecoulddo
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tochangeit.Theattackerwasundoubtedlyanoutlaw.Hewasashort,thicksetmaninabrowntunic,withbarefeet.ForaninstanthelookedstraightatTom,andTomcouldseethattheman’sfacewashideouslymutilated:hislipshadbeencutoff,presumablyasapunishmentforacrimeinvolvinglying,andhismouthwasnowarepulsivepermanentgrinsurroundedbytwistedscar
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tissue.ThehorridsightwouldhavestoppedTominhistracks,haditnotbeenforthepronebodyofMarthalyingontheground.
TheoutlawlookedawayfromTomandfixedhisgazeonthepig.Inaflashhebentdown,pickeditup,tuckedthesquirminganimalunderhisarmanddartedbackintothetangledundergrowth,takingwithhimTom’sfamily’sonly
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valuablepossession.
ThenTomwasonhiskneesbesideMartha.Heputhisbroadhandonhertinychestandfeltherheartbeat,steadyandstrong,andhisworstfearsubsided;buthereyeswereclosedandtherewasbrightredbloodinherblondhair.
Agneskneltbesidehimamomentlater.ShetouchedMartha’schest,wristand
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forehead,thenshegaveTomahard,levellook.“Shewilllive,”shesaidinatightvoice.“Fetchbackthatpig.”
Tomquicklyunslunghissatcheloftoolsanddroppeditontheground.Withhislefthandhetookhisbigiron-headedhammerfromhisbelt.Hestillhadhisspikeinhisright.Hecouldseethetrampledbusheswherethethiefhadcomeandgone,and
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hecouldhearthepigsquealinginthewoods.Heplungedintotheundergrowth.
Thetrailwaseasytofollow.Theoutlawwasaheavilybuiltman,runningwithawrigglingpigunderhisarm,andhecutawidepaththroughthevegetation,flatteningflowersandbushesandyoungtreesalike.Tomchargedafterhim,fullofa
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savagedesiretogethishandsonthemanandbeathimsenseless.Hecrashedthroughathicketofbirchsaplings,hurtleddownaslope,andsplashedacrossapatchofbogtoanarrowpathway.Therehestopped.Thethiefmighthavegoneleftorright,andnowtherewasnocrushedvegetationtoshowtheway;butTomlistened,andheardthepigsquealingsomewheretohisleft.Hecouldalsohear
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someonerushingthroughtheforestbehindhim—Alfred,presumably.Hewentafterthepig.
Thepathledhimdownintoadip,thenturnedsharplyandbegantorise.Hecouldhearthepigclearlynow.Heranuphill,breathinghard—theyearsofinhalingstonedusthadweakenedhislungs.Suddenlythepathleveledandhesawthethief,onlytwenty
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orthirtyyardsaway,runningasifthedevilwerebehindhim.Tomputonaspurtandstartedtogain.Hewasboundtocatchup,ifonlyhecouldkeepgoing,foramanwithapigcannotrunasfastasamanwithoutone.Butnowhischesthurt.Thethiefwasfifteenyardsaway,thentwelve.Tomraisedthespikeabovehisheadlikeaspear.Justalittlecloserandhewouldthrowit.Elevenyards,
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ten—
Beforethespikelefthishandheglimpsed,outofthecornerofhiseye,athinfaceinagreencapemergingfromthebushesbesidethepath.Itwastoolatetoswerve.Aheavystickwasthrustoutinfrontofhim,hestumbledonitaswasintended,andhefelltotheground.
Hehaddroppedhisspikebut
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hestillhadholdofthehammer.Herolledoverandraisedhimselfononeknee.Thereweretwoofthem,hesaw:theoneinthegreenhatandabaldmanwithamattedwhitebeard.TheyranatTom.
Hesteppedtoonesideandswunghishammeratthegreenhat.Themandodged,butthebigironhammerheadcamedownhardonhis
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shoulderandhegaveascreechofagonyandsanktotheground,holdinghisarmasifitwerebroken.Tomdidnothavetimetoraisethehammerforanothercrushingblowbeforethebaldmanclosedwithhim,sohethrusttheironheadattheman’sfaceandsplithischeek.
Bothmenbackedoffclutchingtheirwounds.Tomcouldseethattherewasno
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fightleftineitherone.Heturnedaround.Thethiefwasstillrunningawayalongthepath.Tomwentafterhimagain,ignoringthepaininhischest.Buthehadcoveredonlyafewyardswhenheheardashoutfrombehindinafamiliarvoice.
Alfred.
Hestoppedandlookedback.
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Alfredwasfightingthemboth,usinghisfistsandhisfeet.Hepunchedtheoneinthegreenhatabouttheheadthreeorfourtimes,thenkickedthebaldman’sshins.Butthetwomenswarmedhim,gettinginsidehisreachsothathecouldnolongerpunchorkickhardenoughtohurt.Tomhesitated,tornbetweenchasingthepigandrescuinghisson.Thenthebaldonegothisfootbehind
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Alfred’slegandtrippedhim,andastheboyhitthegroundthetwomenfellonhim,rainingblowsonhisfaceandbody.
Tomranback.Hechargedthebaldonebodily,sendingthemanflyingintothebushes,thenturnedandswunghishammeratthegreenhat.Thismanhadfelttheweightofthehammeroncebeforeandwasstill
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usingonlyonearm.Hedodgedthefirstswing,thenturnedanddivedintotheundergrowthbeforeTomcouldswingagain.
Tomturnedandsawthebaldmanrunningawaydownthepath.Helookedintheoppositedirection:thethiefwiththepigwasnowhereinsight.Hebreathedabitter,blasphemouscurse:thatpigrepresentedhalfofwhathe
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hadsavedthissummer.Hesanktotheground,breathinghard.
“Webeatthreeofthem!”Alfredsaidexcitedly.
Tomlookedathim.“Buttheygotourpig,”hesaid.Angerburnedhisstomachlikesourcider.Theyhadboughtthepiginthespring,assoonastheyhadsavedenoughpennies,andtheyhadbeen
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fatteningitallsummer.Afatpigcouldbesoldforsixtypence.Withafewcabbagesandasackofgrainitcouldfeedafamilyallwinterandmakeapairofleathershoesandapurseortwo.Itslosswasacatastrophe.
TomlookedenviouslyatAlfred,whohadalreadyrecoveredfromthechaseandthefight,andwaswaitingimpatiently.Howlongago
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wasit,Tomthought,whenIcouldrunlikethewindandhardlyfeelmyheartrace?SinceIwasthatage...twentyyears.Twentyyears.Itseemedlikeyesterday.
Hegottohisfeet.
HeputhisarmaroundAlfred’sbroadshouldersastheywalkedbackalongthepath.Theboywasstillshorterthanhisfatherbythe
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spanofaman’shand,butsoonhewouldcatchup,andhemightgrowevenbigger.Ihopehiswitgrowstoo,Tomthought.Hesaid:“Anyfoolcangetintoafight,butawisemanknowshowtostayoutofthem.”Alfredgavehimablanklook.
Theyturnedoffthepath,crossedtheboggypatch,andbegantoclimbtheslope,followinginreversethetrail
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thethiefhadmade.Astheypushedthroughthebirchthicket,TomthoughtofMartha,andonceagainragecurdledinhisbelly.Theoutlawhadlashedoutathersenselessly,forshehadbeennothreattohim.
Tomquickenedhispace,andamomentlaterheandAlfredemergedontotheroad.Marthalaythereinthesameplace,nothavingmoved.Her
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eyeswereclosedandthebloodwasdryinginherhair.Agneskneltbesideher—andwiththem,toTom’ssurprise,wereanotherwomanandaboy.Thethoughtstruckhimthatitwasnowonderhehadfeltwatched,earlierintheday,fortheforestseemedtobeteemingwithpeople.HebentdownandrestedhishandonMartha’schestagain.Shewasbreathingnormally.
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“Shewillwakeupsoon,”saidthestrangewomaninanauthoritativevoice.“Thenshewillpuke.Afterthatshe’llbeallright.”
Tomlookedathercuriously.ShewaskneelingoverMartha.Shewasquiteyoung,perhapsadozenyearsyoungerthanTom.Hershortleathertunicrevealedlithebrownlimbs.Shehadaprettyface,withdarkbrownhair
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thatcametoadevil’speakonherforehead.Tomfeltapangofdesire.Thensheraisedherglancetolookathim,andhegaveastart:shehadintense,deep-seteyesofanunusualhoney-goldcolorthatgaveherwholefaceamagicallook,andhefeltsurethatsheknewwhathehadbeenthinking.
Helookedawayfromhertocoverhisembarrassment,and
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hecaughtAgnes’seye.Shewaslookingresentful.Shesaid:“Where’sthepig?”
“Thereweretwomoreoutlaws,”Tomsaid.
Alfredsaid:“Webeatthem,buttheonewiththepiggotaway.”
Agneslookedgrim,butsaidnothingmore.
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Thestrangewomansaid:“Wecouldmovethegirlintotheshade,ifwe’regentle.”Shestoodup,andTomrealizedthatshewasquitesmall,atleastafootshorterthanhe.HebentdownandpickedMarthaupcarefully.Herchildishbodywasalmostweightlessinhisarms.Hecarriedherafewyardsalongtheroadandputherdownonapatchofgrassintheshadowofanoldoak.Shewasstill
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quitelimp.
Alfredwaspickingupthetoolsthathadbeenscatteredontheroadduringthefracas.Thestrangewoman’sboywaswatching,hiseyeswideandhismouthopen,notspeaking.HewasaboutthreeyearsyoungerthanAlfred,andapeculiar-lookingchild,Tomobserved,withnoneofhismother’ssensualbeauty.Hehadverypaleskin,
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orange-redhair,andblueeyesthatbulgedslightly.Hehadthealertlystupidlookofadullard,Tomthought;thekindofchildthateitherdiesyoungorgrowsuptobethevillageidiot.Alfredwasvisiblyuncomfortableunderhisstare.
AsTomwatched,thechildsnatchedthesawfromAlfred’shand,withoutsayinganything,andexamineditas
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ifitweresomethingamazing.Alfred,offendedbythediscourtesy,snatcheditback,andthechildletitgowithindifference.Themothersaid:“Jack!Behaveyourself.”Sheseemedembarrassed.
Tomlookedather.Theboydidnotresembleheratall.“Areyouhismother?”Tomasked.
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“Yes.MynameisEllen.”
“Where’syourhusband?”
“Dead.”
Tomwassurprised.“You’retravelingalone?”hesaidincredulously.Theforestwasdangerousenoughforamansuchashe:awomanalonecouldhardlyhopetosurvive.
“We’renottraveling,”said
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Ellen.“Weliveintheforest.”
Tomwasshocked.“Youmeanyou’re—”Hestopped,notwantingtooffendher.
“Outlaws,”shesaid.“Yes.DidyouthinkthatalloutlawswerelikeFaramondOpenmouth,whostoleyourpig?”
“Yes,”saidTom,althoughwhathewantedtosaywasI
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neverthoughtanoutlawmightbeabeautifulwoman.Unabletorestrainhiscuriosity,heasked:“Whatwasyourcrime?”
“Icursedapriest,”shesaid,andlookedaway.
ItdidnotsoundlikemuchofacrimetoTom,butperhapsthepriesthadbeenverypowerful,orverytouchy;orperhapsEllenjustdidnot
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wanttotellthetruth.
HelookedatMartha.Amomentlatersheopenedhereyes.Shewasconfusedandalittlefrightened.Agneskneltbesideher.“You’resafe,”shesaid.“Everything’sallright.”
Marthasatuprightandvomited.Agneshuggedheruntilthespasmspassed.Tomwasimpressed:Ellen’spredictionhadcometrue.She
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hadalsosaidthatMarthawouldbeallright,andpresumablythatwasreliabletoo.Reliefwashedoverhim,andhewasalittlesurprisedatthestrengthofhisownemotion.Icouldn’tbeartolosemylittlegirl,hethought;andhehadtofightbacktears.HecaughtalookofsympathyfromEllen,andonceagainhefeltthatherpalegoldeyescouldseeintohisheart.
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Hebrokeoffanoaktwig,strippeditsleaves,andusedthemtowipeMartha’sface.Shestilllookedpale.
“Sheneedstorest,”saidEllen.“Letherliedownforaslongasittakesamantowalkthreemiles.”
Tomglancedatthesun.Therewasplentyofdaylightleft.Hesettleddowntowait.AgnesrockedMarthagently
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inherarms.TheboyJacknowswitchedhisattentiontoMartha,andstaredatherwiththesameidiotintensity.TomwantedtoknowmoreaboutEllen.Hewonderedwhethershemightbepersuadedtotellherstory.Hedidnotwanthertogoaway.“Howdiditallcomeabout?”heaskedhervaguely.
Shelookedintohiseyesagain,andthenshebeganto
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talk.
Herfatherhadbeenaknight,shetoldthem;abig,strong,violentmanwhowantedsonswithwhomhecouldrideandhuntandwrestle,companionstodrinkandcarouseintothenightwithhim.Inthesemattershewasasunluckyasamancouldbe,forhegotEllen,andthenhiswifedied;andhemarriedagain,buthis
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secondwifewasbarren.HecametodespiseEllen’sstepmother,andeventuallysentheraway.Hemusthavebeenacruelman,butheneverseemedsotoEllen,whoadoredhimandsharedhisscornforhissecondwife.Whenthestepmotherleft,Ellenstayed,andgrewupinwhatwasalmostanall-malehousehold.Shecutherhairshortandcarriedadagger,andlearnednottoplaywith
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kittensorcareforblindolddogs.BythetimeshewasMartha’sageshecouldspitonthegroundandeatapplecoresandkickahorseinthebellysohardthatitwoulddrawinitsbreath,allowinghertotightenitsgirthonemorenotch.Sheknewthatallmenwhowerenotpartofherfather’sbandwerecalledcocksuckersandallwomenwhowouldnotgowiththemwerecalledpigfuckers,
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althoughshewasnotquitesure—anddidnotmuchcare—whattheseinsultsreallymeant.
Listeningtohervoiceinthemildairofanautumnafternoon,Tomclosedhiseyesandpicturedherasaflat-chestedgirlwithadirtyface,sittingatthelongtablewithherfather’sthuggishcomrades,drinkingstrongaleandbelchingandsinging
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songsaboutbattleandlootingandrape,horsesandcastlesandvirgins,untilshefellasleepwithherlittlecroppedheadontheroughboard.
Ifonlyshecouldhavestayedflat-chestedforevershewouldhavelivedahappylife.Butthetimecamewhenthemenlookedatherdifferently.Theynolongerlaugheduproariouslywhenshesaid:“Getoutofmyway
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orI’llcutoffyourballsandfeedthemtothepigs.”Someofthemstaredatherwhenshetookoffherwooltunicandlaydowntosleepinherlonglinenundershirt.Whenrelievingthemselvesinthewoods,theywouldturntheirbackstoher,whichtheyneverhadbefore.
Onedayshesawherfatherdeepinconversationwiththeparishpriest—arareevent—
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andthetwoofthemkeptlookingather,asiftheyweretalkingabouther.Onthefollowingmorningherfathersaidtoher:“GowithHenryandEverardanddoastheytellyou.”Thenhekissedherforehead.Shewonderedwhatonearthhadcomeoverhim—washegoingsoftinhisoldage?Shesaddledhergraycourser—sherefusedtoridetheladylikepalfreyorachild’spony—andsetoff
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withthetwomen-at-arms.
Theytookhertoanunneryandleftherthere.
Thewholeplacerangwithherobscenecursesasthetwomenrodeaway.Sheknifedtheabbessandwalkedallthewaybacktoherfather’shouse.Hesentherback,boundhandandfootandtiedtothesaddleofadonkey.Theyputherinthe
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punishmentcelluntiltheabbess’swoundhealed.Itwascoldanddampandasblackasthenight,andtherewaswatertodrinkbutnothingtoeat.Whentheyletheroutshewalkedhomeagain.Herfathersentherbackagain,andthistimeshewasfloggedbeforebeingputinthecell.
Theybrokehereventually,ofcourse,andshedonnedthe
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novice’shabit,obeyedtherulesandlearnedtheprayers,evenifinherheartshehatedthenunsanddespisedthesaintsanddisbelievedeverythinganyonetoldheraboutGodonprinciple.Butshelearnedtoreadandwrite,shemasteredmusicandnumbersanddrawing,andsheaddedLatintotheFrenchandEnglishshehadspokeninherfather’shousehold.
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Lifeintheconventwasnotsobad,intheend.Itwasasingle-sexcommunitywithitsownpeculiarrulesandrituals,andthatwasexactlywhatshewasusedto.Allthenunshadtodosomephysicallabor,andEllensoongotassignedtoworkwiththehorses.Beforelongshewasinchargeofthestables.
Povertyneverworriedher.Obediencedidnotcome
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easily,butitdidcome,eventually.Thethirdrule,chastity,nevertroubledhermuch,althoughnowandagain,justtospitetheabbess,shewouldintroduceoneoftheothernovicenunstothepleasuresof—
AgnesinterruptedEllen’staleatthispointand,takingMarthawithher,wentofftofindastreaminwhichtowashthechild’sfaceand
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cleanuphertunic.ShetookAlfredtoo,forprotection,althoughshesaidshewouldnotgooutofearshot.Jackgotuptofollowthem,butAgnestoldhimfirmlytostaybehind,andheappearedtounderstand,forhesatdownagain.TomnotedthatAgneshadsucceededintakingherchildrenwheretheycouldnothearanymoreofthisimpiousandindecentstory,whileleavingTomchaperoned.
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Oneday,Ellenwenton,theabbess’spalfreywentlamewhenshewasseveraldaysawayfromtheconvent.KingsbridgePrioryhappenedtobenearby,sotheabbessborrowedanotherhorsefromthepriorthere.Aftershegothome,shetoldEllentoreturntheborrowedhorsetotheprioryandbringthelamepalfreyback.
There,inthemonasterystable
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withinsightofthecrumblingoldcathedralofKingsbridge,Ellenmetayoungmanwholookedlikeawhippedpuppy.Hehadtheloose-limbedgraceofapup,andthetwitching-nosedalertness,buthewascowedandfrightened,asifalltheplayfulnesshadbeenbeatenoutofhim.Whenshespoketohimhedidnotunderstand.ShetriedLatin,buthewasnotamonk.Finallyshesaidsomethingin
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French,andhisfacewassuffusedwithjoyandherepliedinthesamelanguage.
Ellenneverwentbacktotheconvent.
Fromthatdayonshelivedintheforest,firstinaroughshelterofbranchesandleaves,laterinadrycave.Shehadnotforgottenthemasculineskillsshehadlearnedinherfather’shouse:
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shecouldstillhuntdeer,traprabbitsandshootswanswithabow;shecouldgutandcleanandcookthemeat;andsheevenknewhowtoscrapeandcurethehidesandfursforherclothes.Aswellasgame,sheatewildfruits,nutsandvegetables.Anythingelsesheneeded—salt,woolenclothing,anaxoranewknife—shehadtosteal.
Theworsttimewaswhen
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Jackwasborn....
ButwhatabouttheFrenchman?Tomwantedtoask.WasheJack’sfather?Andifso,whendidhedie?Andhow?Buthecouldtell,fromherface,thatshewasnotgoingtotalkaboutthatpartofthestory,andsheseemedthetypeofpersonwhowouldnotbepersuadedagainstherwill,sohekepthisquestionstohimself.
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Bythistimeherfatherhaddiedandhisbandofmenhaddispersed,soshehadnorelativesorfriendsintheworld.WhenJackwasabouttobebornshebuiltanall-nightfireatthemouthofhercave.Shehadfoodandwateronhand,andherbowandarrowsandknivestowardoffthewolvesandwilddogs;andsheevenhadaheavyredcloak,stolenfromabishop,towrapthebabyin.Butshe
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hadnotbeenpreparedforthepainandfearofchildbirth,andforalongtimeshethoughtshewasgoingtodie.Neverthelessthebabywasbornhealthyandstrong,andshesurvived.
EllenandJacklivedasimple,frugallifeforthenextelevenyears.Theforestgavethemalltheyneeded,aslongastheywerecarefultostoreenoughapplesandnutsand
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saltedorsmokedvenisonforthewintermonths.Ellenoftenthoughtthatiftherewerenokingsandlordsandbishopsandsheriffs,theneveryonecouldlivelikethisandbeperfectlyhappy.
Tomaskedherhowshedealtwiththeotheroutlaws,mensuchasFaramondOpenmouth.Whatwouldhappeniftheycreptuponheratnightandtriedtorapeher?
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hewondered,andhisloinsstirredatthethought,althoughhehadnevertakenawomanagainstherwill,notevenhiswife.
TheotheroutlawswereafraidofEllen,shetoldTom,lookingathimwithherluminouspaleeyes,andheknewwhy:theythoughtshewasawitch.Asforlaw-abidingpeopletravelingthroughtheforest,people
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whoknewtheycouldrobandrapeandmurderanoutlawwithoutfearofpunishment—Ellenjusthidfromthem.WhythenhadshenothiddenfromTom?Becauseshehadseenawoundedchild,andwantedtohelp.Shehadachildherself.
ShehadtaughtJackeverythingshehadlearnedinherfather’shouseholdaboutweaponsandhunting.Then
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shehadtaughthimallshehadlearnedfromthenuns:readingandwriting,musicandnumbers,FrenchandLatin,howtodraw,eventheBiblestories.Finally,inthelongwinterevenings,shehadpassedonthelegacyoftheFrenchman,whoknewmorestoriesandpoemsandsongsthananyoneelseintheworld—
Tomdidnotbelievethatthe
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boyJackcouldreadandwrite.Tomcouldwritehisname,andahandfulofwordssuchaspenceandyardsandbushels;andAgnes,beingthedaughterofapriest,coulddomore,althoughshewroteslowlyandlaboriouslywithhertonguepokingoutofthecornerofhermouth;butAlfredcouldnotwriteaword,andcouldbarelyrecognizehisownname;andMarthacouldnotevendo
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that.Wasitpossiblethatthishalf-wittedchildwasmoreliteratethanTom’swholefamily?
EllentoldJacktowritesomething,andhesmoothedapatchofearthandscratchedlettersinit.Tomrecognizedthefirstword,Alfred,butnottheothers,andhefeltafool;thenEllensavedhisembarrassmentbyreadingthewholethingaloud:“Alfredis
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biggerthanJack.”Theboyquicklydrewtwofigures,onebiggerthantheother,andalthoughtheywerecrude,onehadbroadshouldersandaratherbovineexpressionandtheotherwassmallandgrinning.Tom,whohimselfhadatalentforsketching,wasastonishedatthesimplicityandstrengthofthepicturescratchedinthedust.
Butthechildseemedanidiot.
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Ellenhadlatelybeguntorealizethis,sheconfessed,guessingTom’sthoughts.Jackhadneverhadthecompanyofotherchildren,orindeedofotherhumanbeingsexceptforhismother,andtheresultwasthathewasgrowinguplikeawildanimal.Forallhislearninghedidnotknowhowtobehavewithpeople.Thatwaswhyhewassilent,andstared,andsnatched.
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Asshesaidthisshelookedvulnerableforthefirsttime.Herairofimpregnableself-sufficiencyvanished,andTomsawherastroubledandratherdesperate.ForJack’ssake,sheneededtorejoinsociety;buthow?Ifshehadbeenaman,shemightconceivablyhavepersuadedsomelordtogiveherafarm,especiallyifshehadliedconvincinglyandsaidshewasbackfromapilgrimage
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toJerusalemorSantiagodeCompostela.Thereweresomewomenfarmers,buttheywereinvariablywidowswithgrownsons.Nolordwouldgiveafarmtoawomanwithonesmallchild.Nobodywouldhireherasalaborer,eitherintownorcountry;besides,shehadnoplacetolive,andunskilledworkrarelycamewithaccommodationprovided.Shehadnoidentity.
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Tomfeltforher.Shehadgivenherchildeverythingshecould,anditwasnotenough.Buthecouldseenowayoutofherdilemma.Beautiful,resourceful,andformidablethoughshewas,shewasdoomedtospendtherestofherdayshidingintheforestwithherweirdson.
Agnes,MarthaandAlfredcameback.Tomgazed
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anxiouslyatMartha,butshelookedasiftheworstthingthathadeverhappenedtoherwashavingherfacescrubbed.ForawhileTomhadbeenabsorbedinEllen’sproblems,butnowherememberedhisownplight:hewasoutofworkandhispighadbeenstolen.Theafternoonwaswearingon.Hebegantopickuptheirremainingpossessions.
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Ellensaid:“Whereareyouheaded?”
“Winchester,”Tomtoldher.Winchesterhadacastle,apalace,severalmonasteries,and—mostimportantofall—acathedral.
“Salisburyiscloser,”Ellensaid.“AndlasttimeIwasthere,theywererebuildingthecathedral—makingitbigger.”
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Tom’sheartleaped.Thiswaswhathewaslookingfor.Ifonlyhecouldgetajobonacathedralbuildingprojecthebelievedhehadtheabilitytobecomemasterbuildereventually.“WhichwayisSalisbury?”hesaideagerly.
“Backthewayyoucame,forthreeorfourmiles.Doyourememberaforkintheroad,whereyouwentleft?”
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“Yes—byapondoffoulwater.”
“That’sit.TherightforkleadstoSalisbury.”
Theytooktheirleave.AgneshadnotlikedEllen,butmanagedneverthelesstosaygraciously:“ThankyouforhelpingmetakecareofMartha.”
Ellensmiledandlooked
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wistfulastheyleft.
WhentheyhadwalkedalongtheroadforafewminutesTomlookedback.Ellenwasstillwatchingthem,standingintheroadwithherlegsapart,shadinghereyeswithherhand,thepeculiarboystandingbesideher.Tomwaved,andshewavedback.
“Aninterestingwoman,”hesaidtoAgnes.
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Agnessaidnothing.
Alfredsaid:“Thatboywasstrange.”
Theywalkedintothelowautumnsun.TomwonderedwhatSalisburywaslike:hehadneverbeenthere.Hefeltexcited.Ofcourse,hisdreamwastobuildanewcathedralfromthegroundup,butthatalmostneverhappened:itwasmuchmorecommonto
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findanoldbuildingbeingimprovedorextended,orpartlyrebuilt.Butthatwouldbegoodenoughforhim,aslongasitofferedtheprospectofbuildingtohisowndesignseventually.
Marthasaid:“Whydidthemanhitme?”
“Becausehewantedtostealourpig,”Agnestoldher.
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“Heshouldgethisownpig,”Marthasaidindignantly,asifshehadonlyjustrealizedthattheoutlawhaddonesomethingwrong.
Ellen’sproblemwouldhavebeensolvedifshehadhadacraft,Tomreflected.Amason,acarpenter,aweaveroratannerwouldnothavefoundhimselfinherposition.Hecouldalwaysgotoatownandlookforwork.There
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wereafewcraftswomen,buttheyweregenerallythewivesorwidowsofcraftsmen.“Whatsheneeds,”Tomsaidaloud,“isahusband.”
Agnessaidcrisply:“Well,shecan’thavemine.”
III
Thedaytheylostthepigwasalsothelastdayofmildweather.Theyspentthat
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nightinabarn,andwhentheycameoutinthemorningtheskywasthecolorofaleadroof,andtherewasacoldwindwithgustsofdrivingrain.Theyunbundledtheircloaksofthick,feltedclothandputthemon,fasteningthemtightundertheirchinsandpullingthehoodswellforwardtokeeptherainofftheirfaces.Theysetoffinagrimmood,fourgloomyghostsinarainstorm,
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theirwoodenclogssplashingalongthepuddled,muddyroad.
TomwonderedwhatSalisburycathedralwouldbelike.Acathedralwasachurchlikeanyother,inprinciple:itwassimplythechurchwherethebishophadhisthrone.Butinpracticecathedralchurcheswerethebiggest,richest,grandestandmostelaborate.Acathedral
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wasrarelyatunnelwithwindows.Mostwerethreetunnels,atalloneflankedbytwosmalleronesinahead-and-shouldersshape,forminganavewithsideaisles.Thesidewallsofthecentraltunnelwerereducedtotwolinesofpillarslinkedbyarches,forminganarcade.Theaisleswereusedforprocessions—whichcouldbespectacularincathedralchurches—andmightalso
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providespaceforsmallsidechapelsdedicatedtoparticularsaints,whichattractedimportantextradonations.Cathedralswerethemostcostlybuildingsintheworld,farmoresothanpalacesorcastles,andtheyhadtoearntheirkeep.
SalisburywascloserthanTomhadthought.Aroundmid-morningtheycrestedarise,andfoundtheroad
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fallingawaygentlybeforetheminalongcurve;andacrosstherainsweptfields,risingoutoftheflatplainlikeaboatonalake,theysawthefortifiedhilltownofSalisbury.Itsdetailswereveiledbytherain,butTomcouldmakeoutseveraltowers,fourorfive,soaringhighabovethecitywalls.Hisspiritsliftedatthesightofsomuchstonework.
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Acoldwindwhippedacrosstheplain,freezingtheirfacesandhandsastheyfollowedtheroadtowardtheeastgate.Fourroadsmetatthefootofthehill,amidascatterofhousesspilledoverfromthetown,andtheretheywerejoinedbyothertravelers,walkingwithhunchedshouldersandloweredheads,buttingthroughtheweathertotheshelterofthewalls.
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Ontheslopeleadingtothegatetheycameupwithanoxcartbearingaloadofstone—averyhopefulsignforTom.Thecarterwasbentdownbehindthecrudewoodenvehicle,pushingwithhisshoulder,addinghisstrengthtothatofthetwooxenastheyincheduphill.Tomsawachancetomakeafriend.HebeckonedtoAlfred,andtheybothputtheirshoulderstothebackofthecartandhelped
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push.
Thehugewoodenwheelsrumbledontoatimberbridgethatspannedanenormousdrymoat.Theearthworkswereformidable:diggingthatmoat,andthrowingupthesoiltoformthetownwall,musthavetakenhundredsofmen,Tomthought;amuchbiggerjobeventhandiggingthefoundationsforacathedral.Thebridgethat
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crossedthemoatrattledandcreakedundertheweightofthecartandthetwomightybeaststhatwerepullingit.
Theslopeleveledandthecartmovedmoreeasilyastheyapproachedthegateway.Thecarterstraightenedup,andTomandAlfreddidlikewise.“Ithankyoukindly,”thecartersaid.
Tomasked:“What’sthe
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stonefor?”
“Thenewcathedral.”
“New?Iheardtheywerejustenlargingtheoldone.”
Thecarternodded.“That’swhattheysaid,tenyearsago.Butthere’smorenewthanold,now.”
Thiswasfurthergoodnews.“Who’sthemasterbuilder?”
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“JohnofShaftesbury,thoughBishopRogerhasalottodowiththedesigns.”
Thatwasnormal.Bishopsrarelyleftbuildersalonetodothejob.Oneofthemasterbuilder’sproblemswasoftentocalmthefeveredimaginationsoftheclericsandsetpracticallimitstotheirsoaringfantasies.ButitwouldbeJohnofShaftesburywhohiredmen.
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ThecarternoddedatTom’ssatcheloftools.“Mason?”
“Yes.Lookingforwork.”
“Youmayfindit,”thecartersaidneutrally.“Ifnotonthecathedral,perhapsonthecastle.”
“Andwhogovernsthecastle?”
“ThesameRogerisboth
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bishopandcastellan.”
Ofcourse,Tomthought.HehadheardofthepowerfulRogerofSalisbury,whohadbeenclosetothekingforaslongasanyonecouldremember.
Theypassedthroughthegatewayintothetown.Theplacewascrammedsofullofbuildings,peopleandanimalsthatitseemedindangerof
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burstingitscircularrampartsandspillingoutintothemoat.Thewoodenhouseswerejammedtogethershouldertoshoulder,jostlingforspacelikespectatorsatahanging.Everytinypieceoflandwasusedforsomething.Wheretwohouseshadbeenbuiltwithanalleywaybetweenthem,someonehadputupahalf-sizedwellinginthealley,withnowindowsbecauseitsdoortookup
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almostallthefrontage.Whereverasitewastoosmallevenforthenarrowestofhouses,therewasastallonitsellingaleorbreadorapples;andiftherewasnotevenroomforthat,thentherewouldbeastable,apigsty,adunghillorawaterbarrel.
Itwasnoisy,too.Theraindidlittletodeadentheclamorofcraftsmen’sworkshops,hawkerscallingtheirwares,
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peoplegreetingoneanotherandbargainingandquarreling,animalsneighingandbarkingandfighting.
Raisinghervoiceabovethenoise,Marthasaid:“What’sthatstink?”
Tomsmiled.Shehadnotbeeninatownforacoupleofyears.“That’sthesmellofpeople,”hetoldher.
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Thestreetwasonlyalittlewiderthantheoxcart,butthecarterwouldnotlethisbeastsstop,forfeartheymightnotstartagain;sohewhippedthemon,ignoringallobstacles,andtheyshoulderedtheirdumbwaythroughthemultitude,indiscriminatelyshovingasideaknightonawar-horse,aforesterwithabow,afatmonkonapony,men-at-armsandbeggarsandhousewives
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andwhores.
Thecartcameupbehindanoldshepherdstrugglingtokeepasmallflocktogether.Itmustbemarketday,Tomrealized.Asthecartwentby,oneofthesheepplungedthroughtheopendoorofanalehouse,andinamomentthewholeflockwasinthehouse,bleatingandpanickingandupsettingtablesandstoolsandalepots.
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Thegroundunderfootwasaseaofmudandrubbish.Tomhadaneyeforthefallofrainonaroof,andthewidthofgutterrequiredtotaketherainaway;andhecouldseethatalltherainfallingonalltheroofsofthishalfofthetownwasdrainingawaythroughthisstreet.Inabadstorm,hethought,youwouldneedaboattocrossthestreet.
Astheyapproachedthecastle
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atthesummitofthehill,thestreetwidened.Heretherewerestonehouses,oneortwooftheminneedofalittlerepair.Theybelongedtocraftsmenandtraders,whohadtheirshopsandstoresonthegroundfloorandlivingquartersabove.Lookingwithapracticedeyeatwhatwasonsale,Tomcouldtellthatthiswasaprosperoustown.Everyonehadtohaveknivesandpots,butonlyprosperous
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peopleboughtembroideredshawls,decoratedbeltsandsilverclasps.
Infrontofthecastlethecarterturnedhisoxteamtotheright,andTomandhisfamilyfollowed.Thestreetledaroundaquarter-circle,skirtingthecastleramparts.Passingthroughanothergatetheyleftthehurly-burlyofthetownasquicklyastheyhadenteredit,andwalked
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intoadifferentkindofmaelstrom:thehecticbutordereddiversityofamajorbuildingsite.
Theywereinsidethewalledcathedralclose,whichoccupiedtheentirenorthwestquarterofthecirculartown.Tomstoodforamomenttakingitin.Justseeingandhearingandsmellingitgavehimathrilllikeasunnyday.Astheyarrivedbehindthe
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cartloadofstone,twomorecartswereleavingempty.Inlean-toshedsallalongthesidewallsofthechurch,masonscouldbeseensculptingthestoneblocks,withironchiselsandbigwoodenhammers,intotheshapesthatwouldbeputtogethertoformplinths,columns,capitals,shafts,buttresses,arches,windows,sills,pinnaclesandparapets.Inthemiddleoftheclose,
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wellawayfromotherbuildings,stoodthesmithy,theglowofitsfirevisiblethroughtheopendoorway;andtheclangofhammeronanvilcarriedacrossthecloseasthesmithmadenewtoolstoreplacetheonesthemasonswerewearingdown.Tomostpeopleitwasasceneofchaos,butTomsawalargeandcomplexmechanismwhichheitchedtocontrol.Heknewwhateachmanwas
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doingandhecouldseeinstantlyhowfartheworkhadprogressed.Theywerebuildingtheeastfacade.
Therewasarunofscaffoldingacrosstheeastendataheightoftwenty-fiveorthirtyfeet.Themasonswereintheporch,waitingfortheraintoeaseup,buttheirlaborerswererunningupanddowntheladderswithstonesontheirshoulders.Higherup,
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onthetimberframeworkoftheroof,weretheplumbers,likespiderscreepingacrossagiantwoodenweb,nailingsheetsofleadtothestrutsandinstallingthedrainpipesandgutters.
Tomrealizedregretfullythatthebuildingwasalmostfinished.Ifhedidgethiredheretheworkwouldnotlastmorethanacoupleofyears—hardlyenoughtimeforhimto
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risetothepositionofmastermason,letalonemasterbuilder.Neverthelesshewouldtakethejob,ifhewereofferedit,forwinterwascoming.Heandhisfamilycouldhavesurvivedawinterwithoutworkiftheyhadstillhadthepig,butwithoutitTomhadtogetajob.
Theyfollowedthecartacrosstheclosetowherethestoneswerestacked.Theoxen
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gratefullydippedtheirheadstothewatertrough.Thecartercalledtoapassingmason:“Where’sthemasterbuilder?”
“Inthecastle,”themasonreplied.
ThecarternoddedandturnedtoTom.“You’llfindhiminthebishop’spalace,Iexpect.”
“Thanks.”
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“Minetoyou.”
TomlefttheclosewithAgnesandthechildrenfollowing.Theyretracedtheirstepsthroughthethronged,narrowstreetstothefrontofthecastle.Herewasanotherdrymoatandasecondhugeearthenrampartsurroundingthecentralstronghold.Theywalkedacrossthedrawbridge.Inaguardhousetoonesideofthegateway,a
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thicksetmaninaleathertunicsatonastool,lookingoutattherain.Hewaswearingasword.Tomaddressedhim.“Goodday.I’mcalledTomBuilder.Iwanttoseethemasterbuilder,JohnofShaftesbury.”
“Withthebishop,”theguardsaidindifferently.
Theywentinside.Likemostcastles,thiswasacollection
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ofmiscellaneousbuildingsinsideawallofearth.Thecourtyardwasaboutahundredyardsacross.Oppositethegateway,onthefarside,wasthemassivekeep,thelaststrongholdintimeofattack,risinghighabovetherampartstoprovidealookout.Ontheirleftwasaclutteroflowbuildings,mostlywooden:alongstable,akitchen,abakeryandseveralstorehouses.There
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wasawellinthemiddle.Ontheright,takingupmostofthenorthernhalfofthecompound,wasalargestonehousethatwasobviouslythepalace.Itwasbuiltinthesamestyleasthenewcathedral,withsmallround-headeddoorwaysandwindows,andithadtwostories.Itwasnew—indeed,masonswerestillworkingononecornerofit,apparentlybuildingatower.Despitethe
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raintherewereplentyofpeopleinthecourtyard,cominginandgoingoutorhurryingthroughtherainfromonebuildingtoanother:men-at-arms,priests,tradesmen,constructionworkersandpalaceservants.
Tomcouldseeseveraldoorwaysinthepalace,allopendespitetherain.Hewasnotquitesurewhattodonext.Ifthemasterbuilder
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waswiththebishop,perhapsheoughtnottointerrupt.Ontheotherhand,abishopwasnotaking;andTomwasafreemanandamasononlegitimatebusiness,notsomegrovelingserfwithacomplaint.Hedecidedtobebold.LeavingAgnesandMartha,hewalkedwithAlfredacrossthemuddycourtyardtothepalaceandwentthroughthenearestdoor.
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Theyfoundthemselvesinasmallchapelwithavaultedceilingandawindowinthefarendoverthealtar.Nearthedoorwayapriestsatatahighdesk,writingrapidlyonvellum.Helookedup.
Tomsaidbriskly:“Where’sMasterJohn?”
“Inthevestry,”saidthepriest,jerkinghisheadtowardadoorintheside
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wall.
Tomdidnotasktoseethemaster.Hefoundthatifheactedasifhewereexpectedhewaslesslikelytowastetimewaitingaround.Hecrossedthelittlechapelinacoupleofstridesandenteredthevestry.
Itwasasmall,squarechamberlitbymanycandles.Mostofthefloorspacewas
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takenupbyashallowsandpit.Thefinesandhadbeensmoothedperfectlylevelwitharule.Thereweretwomenintheroom.BothglancedbrieflyatTom,thenreturnedtheirattentiontothesand.Thebishop,awrinkledoldmanwithflashingblackeyes,wasdrawinginthesandwithapointedstick.Themasterbuilder,wearingaleatherapron,watchedhimwithapatientairanda
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skepticalexpression.
Tomwaitedinanxioussilence.Hemustmakeagoodimpression:becourteousbutnotgrovelingandshowhisknowledgewithoutbeingcocky.Amastercraftsmanwantedhissubordinatestobeobedientaswellasskillful,Tomknewfromhisownexperienceofbeingthehirer.
BishopRogerwassketching
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atwo-storybuildingwithlargewindowsinthreesides.Hewasagooddraftsman,makingstraightlinesandtruerightangles.Hedrewaplanandasideviewofthebuilding.Tomcouldseethatitwouldneverbebuilt.
Thebishopfinisheditandsaid:“There.”
JohnturnedtoTomandsaid:“Whatisit?”
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Tompretendedtothinkhewasbeingaskedforhisopinionofthedrawing.Hesaid:“Youcan’thavewindowsthatbiginanundercroft.”
Thebishoplookedathimwithirritation.“It’sawritingroom,notanundercroft.”
“Itwillfalldownjustthesame.”
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Johnsaid:“He’sright.”
“Buttheymusthavelighttowriteby.”
JohnshruggedandturnedtoTom.“Whoareyou?”
“MynameisTomandI’mamason.”
“Iguessedthat.Whatbringsyouhere?”
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“I’mlookingforwork.”Tomheldhisbreath.
Johnshookhisheadimmediately.“Ican’thireyou.”
Tom’sheartsank.Hefeltliketurningonhisheel,buthewaitedpolitelytohearthereasons.
“We’vebeenbuildingfortenyearshere,”Johnwenton.
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“Mostofthemasonshavehousesinthetown.We’recomingtotheend,andnowIhavemoremasonsonthesitethanIreallyneed.”
Tomknewitwashopeless,buthesaid:“Andthepalace?”
“Samething,”saidJohn.“ThisiswhereI’musingmysurplusmen.Ifitweren’tforthis,andBishopRoger’s
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othercastles,I’dbelayingmasonsoffalready.”
Tomnodded.Inaneutralvoice,tryingnottosounddesperate,hesaid:“Doyouhearofworkanywhere?”
“TheywerebuildingatthemonasteryinShaftesburyearlierintheyear.Perhapstheystillare.It’saday’sjourneyaway.”
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“Thanks.”Tomturnedtogo.
“I’msorry,”Johncalledafterhim.“Youseemlikeagoodman.”
Tomwentoutwithoutreplying.Hefeltletdown.Hehadallowedhishopestorisetooearly:therewasnothingunusualaboutbeingturneddown.Buthehadbeenexcitedattheprospectofworkingonacathedralagain.
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Nowhemighthavetoworkonamonotonoustownwalloranuglyhouseforasilversmith.
HesquaredhisshouldersashewalkedbackacrossthecastlecourtyardtowhereAgneswaitedwithMartha.Henevershowedhisdisappointmenttoher.Healwaystriedtogivetheimpressionthatallwaswell,hewasincontrolofthe
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situation,anditwasofnogreatconsequenceiftherewasnoworkherebecausetherewassuretobesomethinginthenexttown,ortheoneafterthat.HeknewthatifheshowedanysignofdistressAgneswouldurgehimtofindaplacetosettledown,andhedidnotwanttodothat,notunlesshecouldsettleinatownwheretherewasacathedraltobebuilt.
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“There’snothingformehere,”hesaidtoAgnes.“Let’smoveon.”
Shelookedcrestfallen.“You’dthink,withacathedralandapalaceunderconstruction,therewouldberoomforonemoremason.”
“Bothbuildingsarealmostfinished,”Tomexplained.“They’vegotmorementhantheywant.”
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Thefamilycrossedthedrawbridgeandplungedbackintothecrowdedstreetsofthetown.TheyhadenteredSalisburybytheeastgate,andtheywouldleavebythewest,forthatwayledtoShaftesbury.Tomturnedright,leadingthemthroughthepartofthetowntheyhadnotsofarseen.
Hestoppedoutsideastonehousethatlookedindireneed
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ofrepair.Themortarusedinbuildingithadbeentooweak,andwasnowcrumblingandfallingout.Frosthadgotintotheholes,crackingsomeofthestones.Ifitwereleftforanotherwinterthedamagewouldbeworse.Tomdecidedtopointthisouttotheowner.
Theground-floorentrancewasawidearch.Thewoodendoorwasopen,andinthe
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doorwayacraftsmansatwithahammerinhisrighthandandabradawl,asmallmetaltoolwithasharppoint,inhisleft.Hewascarvingacomplexdesignonawoodensaddlewhichsatonthebenchbeforehim.InthebackgroundTomcouldseestoresofwoodandleather,andaboywithabroomsweepingshavings.
Tomsaid:“Goodday,Master
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Saddler.”
Thesaddlerlookedup,classifiedTomasthekindofmanwhowouldmakehisownsaddleifheneededone,andgaveacurtnod.
“I’mabuilder,”Tomwenton.“Iseeyou’reinneedofmyservices.”
“Why?”
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“Yourmortariscrumbling,yourstonesarecrackingandyourhousemaynotlastanotherwinter.”
Thesaddlershookhishead.“Thistownisfullofmasons.WhywouldIemployastranger?”
“Verywell.”Tomturnedaway.“Godbewithyou.”
“Ihopeso,”saidthesaddler.
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“Anill-manneredfellow,”AgnesmutteredtoTomastheywalkedaway.
Thestreetledthemtoamarketplace.Hereinahalf-acreseaofmud,peasantsfromthesurroundingcountrysideexchangedwhatlittlesurplustheymighthaveofmeatorgrain,milkoreggs,forthethingstheyneededandcouldnotmakethemselves—pots,
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plowshares,ropesandsalt.Marketswereusuallycolorfulandratherboisterous.Therewasalotofgood-naturedhaggling,mockrivalrybetweenadjacentstallholders,cheapcakesforthechildren,sometimesaminstreloragroupoftumblers,lotsofpaintedwhores,andperhapsacrippledsoldierwithtalesofeasterndesertsandberserkSaracenhordes.Thosewho
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madeagoodbargainoftensuccumbedtothetemptationtocelebrate,andspenttheirprofitonstrongale,sothattherewasalwaysarowdyatmospherebymidday.Otherswouldlosetheirpenniesatdice,andthatledtofighting.Butnow,onawetdayinthemorning,withtheyear’sharvestsoldorstored,themarketwassubdued.Rain-soakedpeasantsmadetaciturnbargainswith
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shiveringstallholders,andeveryonelookedforwardtogoinghometoablazingfireplace.
Tom’sfamilypushedthroughthedisconsolatecrowd,ignoringthehalfheartedblandishmentsofthesausagesellerandtheknifesharpener.TheyhadalmostreachedthefarsideofthemarketplacewhenTomsawhispig.
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Hewassosurprisedthatatfirsthecouldnotbelievehiseyes.ThenAgneshissed:“Tom!Look!”andheknewshehadseenittoo.
Therewasnodoubtaboutit:heknewthatpigaswellasheknewAlfredorMartha.Itwasbeingheld,inanexpertgrip,byamanwhohadthefloridcomplexionandbroadgirthofonewhoeatsasmuchmeatasheneedsandthen
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somemore:abutcher,withoutdoubt.BothTomandAgnesstoodandstaredathim,andsincetheyblockedhispathhecouldnothelpbutnoticethem.
“Well?”hesaid,puzzledbytheirstaresandimpatienttogetby.
ItwasMarthawhobrokethesilence.“That’sourpig!”shesaidexcitedly.
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“Soitis,”saidTom,lookinglevellyatthebutcher.
Foraninstantafurtivelookcrossedtheman’sface,andTomrealizedheknewthepigwasstolen.Buthesaid:“I’vejustpaidfiftypenceforit,andthatmakesitmypig.”
“Whoeveryougaveyourmoneyto,thepigwasnothistosell.Nodoubtthatwaswhyyougotitsocheaply.
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Whodidyoubuyitfrom?”
“Apeasant.”
“Oneyouknow?”
“No.Listen,I’mbutchertothegarrison.Ican’taskeveryfarmerwhosellsmeapigoracowtoproducetwelvementosweartheanimalishistosell.”
Themanturnedasideasifto
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goaway,butTomcaughthimbythearmandstoppedhim.Foramomentthemanlookedangry,butthenherealizedthatifhegotintoascufflehewouldhavetodropthepig,andthatifoneofTom’sfamilymanagedtopickitup,thebalanceofpowerwouldchangeanditwouldbethebutcherwhohadtoproveownership.Soherestrainedhimselfandsaid:“Ifyouwanttomakeanaccusation,
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gotothesheriff.”
Tomconsideredthatbrieflyanddismissedit.Hehadnoproof.Insteadhesaid:“Whatdidhelooklike—themanwhosoldyoumypig?”
Thebutcherlookedshiftyandsaid:“Likeanyoneelse.”
“Didhekeephismouthcovered?”
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“NowthatIthinkofit,hedid.”
“Hewasanoutlaw,concealingamutilation,”Tomsaidbitterly.“Isupposeyoudidn’tthinkofthat.”
“It’spissingwithrain!”thebutcherprotested.“Everyone’smuffledup.”
“Justtellmehowlongagoheleftyou.”
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“Justnow.”
“Andwherewasheheaded?”
“Toanalehouse,I’dguess.”
“Tospendmymoney,”Tomsaiddisgustedly.“Goon,clearoff.Youmayberobbedyourself,oneday,andthenyou’llwishtherewerenotsomanypeopleeagertobuyabargainwithoutaskingquestions.”
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Thebutcherlookedangry,andhesitatedasifhewantedtomakesomerejoinder;thenhethoughtbetterofitanddisappeared.
Agnessaid:“Whydidyoulethimgo?”
“Becausehe’sknownhereandI’mnot,”Tomsaid.“IfIfightwithhimI’llbeblamed.Andbecausethepigdoesn’thavemynamewrittenonits
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arse,sowhoistosaywhetheritismineornot?”
“Butalloursavings—”
“Wemaygetthemoneyforthepig,yet,”saidTom.“Shutupandletmethink.”Thealtercationwiththebutcherhadangeredhim,anditrelievedhisfrustrationtospeakharshlytoAgnes.“Somewhereinthistownthereisamanwithnolips
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andfiftysilverpenniesinhispocket.Allwehavetodoisfindhimandtakethemoneyfromhim.”
“Right,”saidAgnesdeterminedly.
“Youwalkbackthewaywe’vecome.Goasfarasthecathedralclose.I’llwalkon,andcometothecathedralfromtheotherdirection.Thenwe’llreturnbythenextstreet,
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andsoon.Ifhe’snotonthestreetshe’sinanalehouse.Whenyouseehim,staybyhimandsendMarthatofindme.I’lltakeAlfred.Trynottolettheoutlawseeyou.”
“Don’tworry,”Agnessaidgrimly.“Iwantthatmoney,tofeedmychildren.”
Tomtouchedherarmandsmiled.“You’realion,Agnes.”
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Shelookedintohiseyesforamoment,thensuddenlystoodonhertoesandkissedhismouth,brieflybuthard.ThensheturnedandwentbackacrossthemarketplacewithMarthaintow.Tomwatchedheroutofsight,feelinganxiousforherdespitehercourage;thenhewentintheoppositedirectionwithAlfred.
Thethiefseemedtothinkhe
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wasperfectlysafe.Ofcourse,whenhestolethepig,TomhadbeenheadingforWinchester.Thethiefhadgoneintheoppositedirection,tosellthepiginSalisbury.Buttheoutlawwoman,Ellen,hadtoldTomthatSalisburycathedralwasbeingrebuilt,andhehadchangedhisplans,andinadvertentlycaughtupwiththethief.However,themanthoughthewould’neversee
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Tomagain,whichgaveTomachancetocatchhimunawares.
Tomwalkedslowlyalongthemuddystreet,tryingtoseemcasualasheglancedinatopendoorways.Hewantedtoremainunobtrusive,forthisepisodecouldendinviolence,andhedidnotwantpeopletorememberatallmasonsearchingthetown.Mostofthehouseswere
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ordinaryhovelsofwood,mudandthatch,withstrawonthefloor,afireplaceinthemiddle,andafewbitsofhomemadefurniture.Abarrelandsomebenchesmadeanalehouse;abedinthecornerwithacurtaintoscreenitmeantawhore;anoisycrowdaroundasingletablesignifiedagameofdice.
Awomanwithred-stainedlipsbaredherbreaststohim,
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andheshookhisheadandhurriedpast.Hewassecretlyintriguedbytheideaofdoingitwithatotalstranger,indaylight,andpayingforit,butinallhislifehehadnevertriedit.
HethoughtagainofEllen,theoutlawwoman.Therewassomethingintriguingabouther,too.Shewaspowerfullyattractive,butthosedeep-set,intenseeyeswere
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intimidating.AninvitationfromawhoremadeTomfeeldiscontentedforafewmoments,butthespellcastbyEllenhadnotyetwornoff,andhehadasuddenfoolishdesiretorunbackintotheforestandfindherandfallonher.
Hearrivedatthecathedralclosewithoutseeingtheoutlaw.Helookedattheplumbersnailingtheleadto
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thetriangulartimberroofoverthenave.Theyhadnotyetbeguntocoverthelean-toroofsonthesideaislesofthechurch,anditwasstillpossibletoseethesupportinghalf-archeswhichconnectedtheoutsideedgeoftheaislewiththemainnavewall,proppingupthetophalfofthechurch.HepointedthemouttoAlfred.“Withoutthosesupports,thenavewallwouldbowoutwardandbuckle,
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becauseoftheweightofthestonevaultsinside,”heexplained.“Seehowthehalf-archeslineupwiththebuttressesintheaislewall?Theyalsolineupwiththepillarsofthenavearcadeinside.Andtheaislewindowslineupwiththearchesofthearcade.Stronglinesupwithstrong,andweakwithweak.”Alfredlookedbaffledandresentful.Tomsighed.
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HesawAgnescomingfromtheoppositeside,andhismindreturnedtohisimmediateproblem.Agnes’shoodconcealedherface,butherecognizedherchin-forward,sure-footedwalk.Broad-shoulderedlaborerssteppedasidetoletherpass.Ifsheweretorunintotheoutlaw,andtherewasafight,hethoughtgrimly,itwouldbeafairlyevenmatch.
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“Didyouseehim?”shesaid.
“No.Obviouslyyoudidn’teither.”Tomhopedthethiefhadnotleftthetownalready.Surelyhewouldnotgowithoutspendingsomeofhispennies?Moneywasnouseintheforest.
Agneswasthinkingthesame.“He’sheresomewhere.Let’skeeplooking.”
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“We’llgobackbydifferentstreetsandmeetagaininthemarketplace.”
TomandAlfredretracedtheirstepsacrossthecloseandwentoutthroughthegateway.Therainwassoakingthroughtheircloaksnow,andTomthoughtfleetinglyofapotofbeerandabowlofbeefbrothbesideanalehousefire.Thenhethoughthowhardhehad
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workedtobuythepig,andhesawagainthemanwithnolipsswinginghisclubatMartha’sinnocenthead,andhisangerwarmedhim.
Itwasdifficulttosearchsystematicallybecausetherewasnoordertothestreets.Theywanderedhereandthere,accordingtowherepeoplehadbuilthouses,andthereweremanysharpturnsandblindalleys.Theonly
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straightstreetwastheonethatledfromtheeastgatetothecastledrawbridge.OnhisfirstsweepTomhadstayedclosetotherampartsofthecastle.Nowhesearchedtheoutskirts,zigzaggingtothetownwallandbackintotheinterior.Thesewerethepoorerquarters,withthemostramshacklebuildings,thenoisiestalehousesandtheoldestwhores.Theedgeofthetownwasdownhillfrom
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thecenter,sotherefusefromthewealthierneighborhoodwaswasheddownthestreetstolodgebeneaththewalls.Somethingsimilarseemedtohappentothepeople,forthisdistricthadmorethanitsshareofcripplesandbeggars,hungrychildrenandbruisedwomenandhelplessdrunks.
Butthemanwithnolipswasnowheretobeseen.
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TwiceTomspottedamanofabouttherightbuildandgeneralappearance,andtookacloserlook,onlytoseethattheman’sfacewasnormal.
Heendedhissearchatthemarketplace,andtherewasAgneswaitingforhimimpatiently,herbodytenseandhereyesgleaming.“I’vefoundhim!”sh