off across the courtyard to the nearest tower. Philip followed. Waleran entered the low doorway at the foot of the tower and climbed the staircase inside. There were bats clustered under the low ceiling, and Philip ducked his head to avoid brushing against them.
They emerged at the top of the tower and stood at the battlements, looking out over the land all around. "This is one of the smaller earldoms in the land," Waleran said.
"Indeed." Philip shivered. There was a cold, damp wind up here, and his cloak was not as thick as Waleran's. He wondered what the bishop was leading up to.
"Some of this land is good, but much is forest and stony hillsides."
"Yes." On a clear day they might have seen many acres of forest and farmland, but now, although the early mist had gone, they could barely make out the near edge of the forest to the south, and the flat fields around the castle.
"This earldom also has a huge quarry which produces first-class limestone," Waleran went on. "Its forests contain many acres of good timber. And its farms generate considerable wealth. If we had this earldom, Philip, we could build our cathedral."
"If pigs had wings they could fly," Philip said.
"Oh, thou of little faith!"
Philip stared at Waleran. "Are you serious?"
"Very."
Philip was skeptical, but despite himself he felt a tiny spurt of hope. If only this could come true! But he said: "The king needs military support. He'll give the earldom to someone who can lead knights into battle."
"The king owes his crown to the Church, and his victory over Bartholomew to you and me. Knights aren't all he needs."
Waleran was serious, Philip saw. Was it possible? Would the king hand over the earldom of Shiring to the Church, to finance the rebuilding of Kingsbridge Cathedral? It was hardly believable, despite Waleran's arguments. But Philip could not help thinking how marvelous it would be to have the stone, the timber and the money to pay the craftsmen, all handed to him on a plate; and he remembered that Tom Builder had said he could hire sixty masons, and finish the church in eight to ten years. The mere thought was enthralling.
"But what about the former earl?" he said.
"Bartholomew has confessed his treason. He has never denied the plot, but for some time he maintained that what he did was not treason, on the grounds that Stephen was a usurper. However, the king's torturer has finally broken him."
Philip shuddered and tried not to think about what they had done to Bartholomew to make that rigid man yield.
He put the thought out of his mind. "The earldom of Shiring," he murmured to himself. It was an incredibly ambitious demand. But the idea was thrilling. He felt full of irrational optimism.
Waleran glanced up at the sky. "Let's get moving," he said. "The king expects us the day after tomorrow."
William Hamleigh studied the two men of God from his hiding place behind the battlements of the next tower. He knew them both. The tall one, who looked like a blackbird with his pointed nose and his black cloak, was the new bishop of Kingsbridge. The small, energetic one with the shaved head and the bright blue eyes was Prior Philip. William wondered what they were doing here.
He had watched the monk arrive, look around as though he expected to see people here, and then go into the keep. William could not guess whether Philip had met the three people who lived in the keep-he had been inside only a few moments, and they might have hidden from him. As soon as the bishop arrived, Prior Philip had come out of the keep and the two of them had climbed the tower. Now the bishop was gesturing at the land all around the castle with a somewhat proprietorial air. William Could tell by the way they were standing and their gestures that the bishop was being ebullient and the prior skeptical. They were hatching a plot, he felt sure.
However, he had not come here to spy on them. He had come to spy on Aliena.
He did this more and more often. She preyed on his mind all the time, and he suffered involuntary daydreams in which he came across her tied up and naked in a wheat field, or cowering like a frightened puppy in a corner of his bedroom, or lost in the forest late in the evening. It got so that he had to see her in the flesh. He