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but no one else had any.

Caris could see that he was reluctant, and she threw her weight in on Gwenda's side. "Please, Merthin," she said. "Think how you would feel if it was Lolla."

He was about to say that girls don't get into fights, then he realized that in Lolla's case it was all too likely. He sighed. "I think this is a doomed enterprise," he said. He looked at Caris. "But, for your sake, I'll try."

Gwenda said: "Why don't you go now?"

"Because Ralph is still in court."

"It's almost dinner time. They'll be finished soon. You could wait in the private chamber."

He had to admire her resolve. "All right," he said.

He left the parlour and walked around to the back of the tavern. A guard was standing outside the judge's private room. "I'm the earl's brother," Merthin said to the sentry. "Alderman Merthin of Kingsbridge."

"Yes, alderman, I know you," the guard said. "I'm sure it will be all right for you to wait inside."

Merthin went into the little room and sat down. He felt uncomfortable asking his brother for a favour. The two of them had not been close for decades. Ralph had long ago turned into something Merthin did not recognize. Merthin did not know the man who could rape Annet and murder Tilly. It seemed impossible that such a one could have grown from the boy Merthin had called his brother. Since their parents had died, they had not met except on formal occasions, and even then they spoke little. It was presumptuous of him to use their relationship as justification for asking for a privilege. He would not have done it for Gwenda. But for Caris, he had to.

He did not wait long. After a few minutes the judge and the earl came in. Merthin noticed that his brother's limp - the result of a wound suffered in the French wars - was getting worse as he aged.

Sir Lewis recognized Merthin and shook hands. Ralph did the same and said ironically: "A visit from my brother is a rare pleasure."

It was not an unfair jibe, and Merthin acknowledged it with a nod. "On the other hand," he said, "I suppose that if anyone is entitled to plead with you for mercy, I am."

"What need do you have of mercy? Did you kill someone?"

"Not yet."

Sir Lewis chuckled.

Ralph said: "What, then?"

"You and I have known Gwenda since we were all children together."

Ralph nodded. "I shot her dog with that bow you made."

Merthin had forgotten that incident. It was an early sign of how Ralph was going to turn out, he realized with hindsight. "Perhaps you owe her mercy on that account."

"I think Nate Reeve's son is worth more than a damn dog, don't you?"

"I didn't mean to suggest otherwise. Just that you might balance cruelty then with kindness now."

"Balance?" Ralph said, with anger rising in his voice, and Merthin knew then that his cause was lost. "Balance?" He tapped his broken nose. "What should I balance against this?" He pointed a finger aggressively at Merthin. "I'll tell you why I won't give Sam a pardon. Because I looked at Wulfric's face in the courtroom today, as his son was declared guilty of murder, and do you know what I saw there? Fear. That insolent peasant is afraid of me, at last. He has been tamed."

"He means so much to you?"

"I'd hang six men to see that look."

Merthin was ready to give up, then he thought of Gwenda's grief, and he tried once more. "If you've conquered him, your work is done, isn't it?" he argued. "So let the boy go. Ask the king for a pardon."

"No. I want to keep Wulfric the way he is."

Merthin wished he had not come. Putting pressure on Ralph only brought out the worst in him. Merthin was appalled by his vengefulness and malice. He never wanted to speak to his brother again. The feeling was familiar: he had been through this with Ralph before. Somehow it always came as a shock to be reminded of what he was really like.

Merthin turned away. "Well, I had to try," he said. "Goodbye."

Ralph became cheery. "Come up to the castle for dinner," he said. "The sheriff lays a good table. Bring Caris. We'll have a real talk. Philippa's with me - you like her, don't you?"

Merthin had no intention of going. "Let me speak to Caris," he said. Caris would rather have dinner with Lucifer, he knew.

"I may see you