Gregory Longfellow met Ralph and Alan two days later at Wigleigh, in the small timber manor house. Wigleigh was more discreet than Tench. At Tench Hall there were too many people watching Ralph's every move: servants, followers, his parents. Here in Wigleigh the peasants had their own backbreaking business to do, and no one would question Ralph about the contents of the sack Alan was carrying.
'I gather it went off as planned,' Gregory said. News of the invasion of the nunnery had spread all over the county in no time.
'No great difficulty,' Ralph said. He was a bit let down by Gregory's muted reaction. After all the trouble that had been taken to get the charters, Gregory might have shown some elation.
'The sheriff has announced an inquest, of course,' Gregory said dourly.
'They'll blame it on outlaws.'
'You were not recognized?'
'We wore hoods.'
Gregory looked at Ralph strangely. 'I did not know that your wife was at the nunnery.'
'A useful coincidence,' Ralph said. 'It enabled me to kill two birds with one stone.'
The strange look intensified. What was the lawyer thinking? Was he going to pretend to be shocked that Ralph had killed his wife? If so, Ralph was ready to point out that Gregory was complicit in everything that had happened at the nunnery - he had been the instigator. He had no right to judge. Ralph waited for Gregory to speak. But, after a long pause, all he said was: 'Let's have a look at these charters.'
They sent the housekeeper, Vira, on a lengthy errand, and Ralph made Alan stand at the door to keep out casual callers. Then Gregory tipped the charters out of the sack onto the table. He made himself comfortable and began to examine them. Some were rolled and tied with string, others bundled flat, a few sewn together in booklets. He opened one, read a few lines in the strong sunlight coming through the open windows, then threw the charter back into the sack and picked up another.
Ralph had no idea what Gregory was looking for. He had only said that it might embarrass the king. Ralph could not imagine what kind of document Caris might possess that would embarrass a king.
He got bored watching Gregory read, but he was not going to leave. He had delivered what Gregory wanted, and he was going to sit here until Gregory confirmed his half of the deal.
The tall lawyer worked his way patiently through the documents. One caught his attention, and he read it all the way through, but then he threw it in the sack with the others.
Ralph and Alan had spent most of the last week in Bristol. It was not likely that they would be asked to account for their movements, but they had taken precautions anyway. They had caroused at taverns every evening except the night they went to Kingsbridge. Their companions would remember the free drinks, but probably would not recall that on one night of the week Ralph and Alan had been absent - or, if they did, they certainly would not know whether it was the fourth Wednesday after Easter or the Thursday but two before Whitsun.
At last the table was clear and the sack was full again. Ralph said: 'Did you not find what you were looking for?'
Gregory did not answer the question. 'You brought everything?'
'Everything.'
'Good.'
'So you haven't found it?'
Gregory chose his words carefully, as always. 'The specific item is not here. However, I did come across a deed that may explain why this...issue...has arisen in recent months.'
'So you're satisfied,' Ralph persisted.
'Yes.'
'And the king need no longer be anxious.'
Gregory looked impatient. 'You should not concern yourself with the king's anxieties. I'll do that.'
'Then I can expect my reward immediately.'
'Oh, yes,' said Gregory. 'You shall be the earl of Shiring by harvesttime.'
Ralph felt a glow of satisfaction. The earl of Shiring - at last. He had won the prize he had always longed for, and his father was still alive to hear the news. 'Thank you,' he said.
'If I were you,' said Gregory, 'I should go and woo Lady Philippa.'
'Woo her?' Ralph was astonished.
Gregory shrugged. 'She has no real choice in the matter, of course. But still, the formalities should be observed. Tell her that the king has given you permission to ask for her hand in marriage, and say you hope she will learn to love you as much as you love her.'
'Oh,' said Ralph. 'All right.'
'Take her a present,' said Gregory.