away with an outlaw. All the same, she could not stop her hands shaking. She was exultant that she had beaten her enemies and won her freedom, and at the same time she felt sickened by what she had done. She would never forget the way the dying body of Sim had twitched at the end. And she feared that the vision of Alwyn with the point of his own knife sticking out of his eye socket might appear in her dreams. She could not help trembling in the grip of such strong contradictory feelings.
She tried to put the killings out of her mind. Who else was dead? Her parents had been planning to leave Kingsbridge yesterday. But what about her brother, Philemon? Caris, her greatest friend? Wulfric, the man she loved?
She looked across the river and was immediately reassured about Caris. She was on the far side with Merthin, and they appeared to be organizing a gang of men to pull people out of the water. Gwenda felt a surge of gratitude: at least she had not been left completely alone in the world.
But what about Philemon? He was the last person she had seen before the collapse. He should have fallen near her, all other things being equal; but she could not see him now.
And where was Wulfric? She doubted whether he would have cared to watch the spectacle of a witch being flogged through the town. However, he had been planning to return home to Wigleigh with his family today, and it was possible - God forbid, she thought - that they had been crossing the bridge on their way home when the collapse happened. She scanned the surface frantically, looking for his distinctive tawny hair, praying that she would see him swimming vigorously for the shore, rather than floating face down. But she could not see him at all.
She decided to cross over. She could not swim, but she thought that if she had a sizeable piece of wood to keep her afloat she might be able to kick herself across. She found a plank, pulled it from the water, and walked fifty yards upstream, to get well clear of the mass of bodies. Then she re-entered the water. Skip followed fearlessly. It was more taxing than she had expected, and her wet dress was a drag on progress, but she reached the far shore.
She ran to Caris, and they embraced. Caris said: "What happened?"
"I escaped."
"And Sim?"
"He was an outlaw."
"Was?"
"He's dead."
Caris looked startled.
Gwenda added hastily: "Killed when the bridge collapsed." She did not want even her best friend to know the exact circumstances. She went on: "Have you seen any of my family?"
"Your parents left town yesterday. I saw Philemon a few moments ago - he's looking for you."
"Thank God! What about Wulfric?"
"I don't know. He hasn't been brought out of the river. His fiancee left yesterday, but his parents and his brother were in the cathedral this morning, at the trial of Crazy Nell."
"I have to look for him."
"Good luck."
Gwenda ran up the steps to the priory and across the green. A few of the stallholders were still packing up their effects, and it seemed incredible to her that they could go about their normal business when hundreds of people had just been killed in an accident - until she realized that they probably did not yet know: it had happened only minutes ago, though it felt like hours.
She passed through the priory gates into the main street. Wulfric and his family had been staying at the Bell. She ran inside.
An adolescent boy stood beside the ale barrel, looking frightened.
Gwenda said: "I'm looking for Wulfric Wigleigh."
"There's no one here," the boy said. "I'm the apprentice, they left me to guard the beer."
Someone had summoned everyone to the riverside, Gwenda guessed.
She ran out again. As she passed through the doorway, Wulfric appeared.
She was so relieved that she threw her arms around him. "You're alive - thank God!" she cried.
"Someone said the bridge collapsed," he said. "Is it true, then?"
"Yes - it's dreadful. Where are the rest of your family?"
"They left a while ago. I stayed behind to collect a debt." He held up a small leather money bag. "I hope they weren't on the bridge when it fell."
"I know how we can find out," Gwenda said. "Come with me."
She took his hand. He let her lead him into the priory precincts without withdrawing his