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said: "Whoever it is, they'll be the ruination of this town. No one comes to market any more!"

That was an exaggeration, but attendance at the weekly market was down drastically, and the effects were felt by just about every enterprise in town, from bakeries to brothels. "That's not the worst of it, though," Caris said. "In four weeks' time we've got the Fleece Fair. Several people here have invested enormous sums of money in the new bridge, which should be ready for use, with a temporary timber roadbed, in time for the opening. Most of us depend on the annual fair for our prosperity. I personally have a warehouse full of costly scarlet cloth to sell. If it gets around that people coming to Kingsbridge are likely to be robbed by outlaws, we may have no customers."

She was even more worried than she let herself appear. Neither she nor her father had any cash left. Everything they had was either invested in the bridge or tied up in raw wool and scarlet cloth. The Fleece Fair was their chance to get their money back. If attendance was poor, they would be in deep trouble. Among other things, who would pay for the wedding?

She was not the only worried citizen. Rick Silvers, the head of the jewellers' guild, said: "That would be the third bad year in succession." He was a prim, fussy man, always immaculately dressed. "It would finish some of my people," he went on. "We do half our year's business at the Fleece Fair."

Edmund said: "It would finish this town. We can't let it happen."

Several others joined in. Caris, who was unofficially presiding, let them grumble. A heightened sense of urgency would predispose them to accept the radical solution she was going to propose.

Elfric said: "The Sheriff of Shiring ought to do something about it. What's he paid for, if not to keep the peace?"

Caris said: "He can't search the entire forest. He doesn't have enough men."

"Earl Roland has."

This was wishful thinking, but again Caris let the discussion run, so that when she proposed her solution they would be aware that there were no real alternatives.

Edmund said to Elfric: "The earl won't help us - I've already asked him."

Caris, who had in fact written Edmund's letter to Roland, said: "Ralph was the earl's man, and still is. You notice the outlaws don't attack people going to Shiring market."

Elfric said indignantly: "Those Wigleigh peasants should never have made a complaint against a squire of the earl's - who do they think they are?"

Caris was about to respond indignantly but Betty Baxter beat her to it. "Oh, so you think lords should be allowed to rape anyone they like?"

Edmund intervened. "That's a different question," he said briskly, showing some of his old authority. "It's happened, and Ralph is preying on us, so what are we going to do? The sheriff can't help us and the earl won't."

Rick Silvers said: "What about Lord William? He took the side of the Wigleigh people - it's his fault that Ralph's an outlaw."

"I asked him, too," Edmund said. "He said we're not in his territory."

Rick said: "That's the trouble with having the priory as your landlord - what use is a prior when you need protection?"

Caris said: "Another reason why we are applying to the king for a borough charter. We'd be under royal protection then."

Elfric said: "We've got our own constable, what's he doing?"

Mark Webber spoke. He was one of the constable's deputies. "We're ready to do whatever's necessary," he said. "Just give us the word."

Caris said: "No one doubts your bravery. But your role is to deal with troublemakers within the town. John Constable doesn't have the expertise to hunt down outlaws."

Mark, who was close to Caris because he ran her fulling mill at Wigleigh, was mildly indignant. "Well, who does, then?"

Caris had been leading the discussion towards this question. "As a matter of fact, there is an experienced soldier who is willing to help us," she said. "I took the liberty of asking him to come here tonight, and he's waiting in the chapel." She raised her voice. "Thomas, will you join us?"

Thomas Langley came out of the little chapel at the end of the hall.

Rick Silvers said sceptically: "A monk?"

"Before he was a monk, he was a soldier," Caris explained. "That's how he lost his arm."

Elfric said grumpily: "Guild members' permission should have been sought before he was invited." No one took