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held the masonry in place until the mortar dried.

Merthin said: "Not much room for formwork inside that narrow spire. And how would it be supported?" His tone was polite, but Caris could tell from its briskness that he did not like Harold.

"I could believe it if the spire was going to be round."

Caris understood this, too. A round spire could be built by placing one circle of stones on top of another, each a little narrower than the last. No formwork was needed because the circle was self-supporting: the stones could not fall inwards because they pressed on one another. The same was not true of any shape with corners.

"You've seen the drawings," Merthin said. "It's an octagon."

The corner turrets on the top of the square tower faced diagonally outwards, easing the eye as it progressed upwards to the different shape of the narrower spire. Merthin had copied this feature from Chartres. But it made sense only if the tower was octagonal.

Harold said: "But how can you build an octagonal tower without formwork?"

"Wait and see," said Merthin, and he moved away.

As they walked down the main street Caris said: "Why won't you tell people how you're going to do it?"

"So that they can't fire me," he replied. "When I was building the bridge, as soon as I'd done the hard part they got rid of me, and hired someone cheaper."

"I remember."

"They can't do that now, because no one else can build the spire."

"You were a youngster then. Now you're alderman. No one would dare sack you."

"Perhaps not. But it's nice to feel they can't."

At the bottom of the main street, where the old bridge had stood, there was a disreputable tavern called the White Horse. Caris saw Merthin's sixteen-year-old daughter, Lolla, leaning on the wall outside, with a group of older friends. Lolla was an attractive girl, with olive skin and lustrous dark hair, a generous mouth and sultry brown eyes. The group was crowded around a dice game, and they were all drinking ale from large tankards. Caris was sorry, though not surprised, to see her stepdaughter carousing on the street at midday.

Merthin was angry. He went up to Lolla and took her arm. "You'd better come home for your dinner," he said in a tight voice.

She tossed her head, shaking her thick hair in a gesture that was undoubtedly meant for the eyes of someone other than her father. "I don't want to go home, I'm happy here," she said.

"I didn't ask what you wanted," Merthin replied, and he jerked her away from the others.

A good-looking boy of about twenty detached himself from the crowd. He had curly hair and a mocking smile, and he was picking his teeth with a twig. Caris recognized Jake Riley, a lad of no particular profession who nevertheless always seemed to have money to spend. He sauntered over. "What's going on?" he said. He spoke with the twig sticking out of his mouth like an insult.

"None of your damn business," Merthin said.

Jake stood in his way. "The girl doesn't want to leave."

"You'd better get out of my way, son, unless you want to spend the rest of the day in the town stocks."

Caris froze with anxiety. Merthin was in the right: he was entitled to discipline Lolla, who was still five years short of adulthood. But Jake was the kind of boy who might punch him anyway, and take the consequences. However, Caris did not intervene, knowing it might make Merthin angry with her instead of with Jake.

Jake said: "I suppose you're her father."

"You know perfectly well who I am, and you can call me Alderman, and speak respectfully to me, or suffer the consequences."

Jake stared insolently at Merthin a moment longer then turned aside, casually saying: "Yes, all right."

Caris was relieved that the confrontation had not turned into fisticuffs. Merthin never got into fights, but Lolla was capable of driving him to distraction.

They walked on towards the bridge. Lolla shook herself free of her father's grasp and walked on ahead, arms folded under her breasts, head down, frowning and muttering to herself in a full-dress sulk.

This was not the first time Lolla had been seen in bad company. Merthin was horrified and enraged that his little girl should be so determined to seek out such people. "Why does she do it?" he said to Caris as they followed Lolla across the bridge to Leper Island.

"God knows." Caris had observed that this kind of behaviour was more common in youngsters who had