played about his lips.
Edmund could barely contain himself. "This is not square dealing, Godwyn!" he said in a choked voice. "You knew what the understanding was!"
"I knew no such thing, and you should call me Father Prior."
Edmund's voice got louder. "Then we're back where we were with Prior Anthony three months ago! Except that now, instead of an inadequate bridge, we have no bridge at all. Don't imagine it will be built at no cost to you. Citizens may lend their life savings to the priory, on the security of income from the bridge tolls, but they will not give their money away... Father Prior."
"Then they must manage without a bridge. I have only just become prior - how can I start by alienating a right that has belonged to my priory for hundreds of years?"
"But it's only temporary!" Edmund exploded. "And if you don't do this no one will gain any money from bridge tolls because there will be no cursed bridge!"
Caris was furious, but she bit her tongue and tried to figure out what Godwyn was up to. He was getting his revenge for last night, but did he really mean it? "What do you want?" she said to him.
Edmund looked surprised by the question, but he said nothing: the reason he brought Caris with him to meetings was that she often saw things he missed, and asked questions he had not thought of.
"I don't know what you mean," Godwyn replied.
"You've pulled a surprise," she said. "You've caught us wrong-footed. Very well. We admit we made an assumption that may have been unwarranted. But what's your purpose? Just to make us feel stupid?"
"You asked for this meeting, not I."
Edmund burst out: "What kind of way is that to talk to your uncle and your cousin?"
"Just a minute, Papa," Caris said. Godwyn did have a secret agenda, she felt sure, but he did not want to admit it. All right, she thought, I'll have to guess it. "Give me a minute to think," she said. Godwyn still wanted the bridge - he had to, nothing else made sense. The business about alienating the priory's ancient rights was rhetoric, the kind of pompous prating that all students were taught at Oxford. Did he want Edmund to break down and agree to Elfric's design? She did not think so. Godwyn clearly resented the way Edmund had appealed over his head to the citizenry, but he must see that Merthin was offering twice as much bridge for almost the same money. So what else could it be?
Perhaps he just wanted a better deal.
He had looked hard at the priory's finances, she guessed. Having railed comfortably against Anthony's inefficiency for many years he was now confronted with the reality of having to do the job better himself. Perhaps it was not going to be as easy as he had imagined. Perhaps he was not as clever about money and management as he had thought. In desperation, he wanted the bridge and the money from tolls. But how did he think that could happen?
She said: "What could we offer you that would make you change your mind?"
"Build the bridge without keeping the tolls," he said instantly.
So that was his agenda. You always were a bit sneaky, Godwyn, she thought.
A flash of inspiration struck her, and she said: "How much money are we talking about?"
Godwyn looked suspicious. "Why do you want to know that?"
Edmund said: "We can work it out. Not counting citizens, who don't pay the toll, about a hundred people cross the bridge every market day, and carts pay two pence. It's much less now, with the ferry, of course."
Caris said: "Say a hundred and twenty pennies a week, or ten shillings, which comes to twenty-six pounds a year."
Edmund said: "Then, during Fleece Fair week, about a thousand on the first day, and another two hundred each subsequent day."
"That's two thousand two hundred, plus carts, call it two thousand four hundred pennies, which is ten pounds. Total, thirty-six pounds a year." Caris looked at Godwyn. "Is that about right?"
"Yes," he acknowledged grudgingly.
"So, what you want from us is thirty-six pounds a year."
"Yes."
"Impossible!" said Edmund.
"Not necessarily," Caris said. "Suppose the priory were to grant the parish guild a lease on the bridge." Thinking on her feet, she added: "Plus an acre of ground at either end, and the island in the middle - for thirty-six pounds a year, in perpetuity." Once the bridge was built, that land would