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the last minute, a different person will be accused."

Elfric nodded. "And, as it's an ecclesiastical court, there is conveniently no need for indictments or juries." He turned to Godwyn. "And you will be judge."

"Unfortunately, no," Godwyn said. "Bishop Richard will preside. So we must prove our point."

"Have you any evidence?" Elfric said sceptically.

Godwyn replied: "Some, but we'd like more. What we already have would be plenty if the accused were some old woman with no family or friends, like Crazy Nell. But Caris is well known and comes from a wealthy and influential family, as I need hardly tell you."

Philemon put in: "It's extremely fortunate for us that her father is too ill to leave his bed - God has ordained it so that he will not be able to defend her."

Godwyn nodded. "Nevertheless, she has many friends. So our evidence must be strong."

"What have you got in mind?" said Elfric.

Philemon answered. "It would be helpful if a member of her family were to come forward and say that she had called upon the devil, or turned a crucifix upside down, or spoken to some presence in an empty room."

For a moment, Elfric looked as if he did not understand; then enlightenment dawned. "Oh!" he said. "You mean me?"

"Think very carefully before you answer."

"You're asking me to help send my sister-in-law to Gallows Cross."

Godwyn said: "Your sister-in-law; my cousin. Yes."

"All right, I'm thinking."

Godwyn saw on Elfric's face ambition, greed and vainglory, and he marvelled at the way God used even men's weaknesses to His holy purpose. He could guess what Elfric was thinking. The position of alderman was a burdensome task for an unselfish man such as Edmund, who exercised his power for the benefit of the town's merchants; but for someone with his eye on the main chance it offered endless opportunities for profit and self-aggrandizement.

Philemon continued in a smooth, assured voice. "If you have never witnessed anything suspicious, then of course that is the end of the matter. But I beg you to search your memory carefully."

Godwyn noticed again how much Philemon had learned in the last two years. The awkward priory servant had vanished. He talked like an archdeacon.

"There may have been incidents that seemed at the time perfectly harmless, but which take on a sinister cast in the light of what you have been told today. On mature reflection, you may feel that these events were not as innocent as they at first appeared."

"I get your meaning, brother," Elfric said.

There was a long silence. None of them ate. Godwyn waited patiently for Elfric's decision.

Philemon said: "And, of course, if Caris were dead, then Edmund's entire fortune would come to the other sister, Alice... your wife."

"Yes," Elfric said. "I'd thought of that."

"Well?" said Philemon. "Is there anything you can think of that might help us?"

"Oh, yes," Elfric said at last. "I can think of quite a lot."

Chapter 42

Caris was unable to find out the truth about Mattie Wise. Some people said she had been captured and was locked in a cell in the priory. Others thought she would be tried in her absence. A third strand of opinion claimed that someone else entirely would stand trial for heresy. Godwyn refused to answer Caris's questions, and the rest of the monks said they knew nothing.

Caris went to the cathedral on Saturday morning determined to defend Mattie whether she was present or not, and to stand up for any other poor old woman who suffered this absurd accusation. Why did monks and priests hate women so? They worshipped their Blessed Virgin, but treated every other female as an incarnation of the devil. What was the matter with them?

In a secular court there would have been a jury of indictment and a preliminary hearing, and Caris would have been able to find out in advance what the evidence against Mattie might be. But the church made its own rules.

Whatever they alleged, Caris would say loud and clear that Mattie was a genuine healer who used herbs and drugs and told people to pray to God to make them well. Some of the many townspeople who had been helped by Mattie would surely speak up for her.

Caris stood with Merthin in the north transept and remembered the Saturday two years ago when Crazy Nell had been tried. Caris had told the court Nell was mad but harmless. It had done no good.

Today, as then, there was a big crowd of townspeople and visitors in the cathedral, hoping for