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was too far: he could no longer see the faces of people at the crossroads, so that he would not know if the man with no lips came along and took the Winchester road. He scanned the landscape again. The road was bordered on either side by ditches, which might have offered concealment in dry weather, but today were running with water. Beyond each ditch the land rose in a hump. In the field on the south side of the road a few cows were grazing the stubble. Tom noticed that one of the cows was lying down at the raised edge of the field, overlooking the road, partly concealed by the hump. With a sigh, he retraced his steps. He jumped the ditch and kicked the cow. It got up and went away. Tom lay down in the warm, dry patch it had left. He pulled his hood over his face and settled to wait, wishing he had had the foresight to buy some bread before leaving the town.

He was anxious and a little scared. The outlaw was a smaller man, but he was fast-moving and vicious, as he had shown when he clubbed Martha and stole the pig. Tom was a little afraid of being hurt but much more worried that he might not get his money.

He hoped Agnes and Martha were all right. Agnes could look after herself, he knew; and even if the outlaw spotted her, what could the man do? He would just be on his guard, that was all.

From where he lay Tom could see the towers of the cathedral. He wished he had had a moment to look inside. He was curious about the treatment of the piers of the arcade. These were usually fat pillars, each with arches sprouting from its top: two arches going north and south, to connect with the neighboring pillars in the arcade; and one going east or west, across the side aisle. It was an ugly effect, for there was something not quite right about an arch that sprang from the top of a round column. When Tom built his cathedral each pier would be a cluster of shafts, with an arch springing from the top of each shaft-an elegantly logical arrangement.

He began to visualize the decoration of the arches. Geometric shapes were the commonest forms-it did not take much skill to carve zigzags and lozenges-but Tom liked foliage, which lent softness and a touch of nature to the hard regularity of the stones.

The imaginary cathedral occupied his mind until midafternoon, when he saw the slight figure and blond head of Martha come skipping across the bridge and through the houses. She hesitated at the crossing, then picked the right road. Tom watched her walk toward him, seeing her frown as she began to wonder where he could be. As she drew level with him he called her softly. "Martha."

She gave a little squeal, then saw him and ran to him, jumping over the ditch. "Mummy sent you this," she said, and took something from inside her cloak.

It was a hot meat pie. "By the cross, your mother's a good woman!" said Tom, and took a mammoth bite. It was made with beef and onions, and it tasted heavenly.

Martha squatted beside Tom on the grass. "This is what happened to the man who stole our pig," she said. She screwed up her nose and concentrated on remembering what she had been told to say. She was so sweet that she took Tom's breath away. "He came out of the cookshop and met a lady with a painted face, and went to her house. We waited outside."

While the outlaw spent our money on a whore, Tom thought bitterly. "Go on."

"He was not long in the lady's house, and when he came out he went to an alehouse. He's there now. He doesn't drink much but he plays at dice."

"I hope he wins," Tom said grimly. "Is that it?"

"That's all."

"Are you hungry?"

"I had a bun."

"Have you told Alfred all this?"

"Not yet. I'm to go to him next."

"Tell him he must try to stay dry."

"Try to stay dry," she repeated. "Shall I say that before or after telling him about the man who stole our pig?"

It did not matter, of course. "After," Tom said, as she wanted a definite answer. He smiled at her. "You're a clever girl. Off you go."

"I like this game," she said. She waved and left, her girlish legs twinkling as she jumped the ditch daintily