Gwenda cried for a few moments, then stopped. It was not really the broken vial that made her so sad: Mattie could make up another love potion, and Caris would pay for it, if either of them was still alive. Her tears were for everything she had been through in the last twenty-four hours, from her father's treachery to her bleeding feet.
She had no regrets about the two men she had killed. Sim and Alwyn had tried to enslave her then prostitute her. They deserved to die. Killing them was not even murder, for it was no crime to do 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 facedown. 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 reentered 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 fianc??e 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 hand. She had never touched him for so long. His hand was large, the fingers rough with work, the palm soft. It sent thrills through her, despite all that had happened.
She took him across the green and inside the cathedral. 'They're pulling people out of the river and bringing them here,' she explained.
There were already twenty or thirty bodies on the stone floor of the nave, with more arriving continually. A handful of nuns attended to the injured, dwarfed by the mighty pillars around them. The blind monk who normally led the choir seemed to be in charge. 'Put the dead on the north side,' he called out as Gwenda and Wulfric entered the nave. 'Wounded to the south.'
Suddenly Wulfric let out a cry of shock and dismay. Gwenda followed his gaze, and saw David, his brother, lying among the wounded. They both knelt beside him on the floor. David was a couple of years older than Wulfric, and the same large build. He was breathing, and his eyes were open, but he seemed not to see them. Wulfric spoke to him. 'Dave!' he said in a low, urgent voice. 'Dave, it's me, Wulfric.'
Gwenda felt something sticky, and realized David was lying in a pool of blood.
Wulfric said: 'Dave - where are Ma and Pa?'
There was no response.
Gwenda looked around and saw Wulfric's mother. She was on the far side of the nave, in the north aisle, where Blind Carlus was telling people to put the dead. 'Wulfric,' Gwenda said quietly.
'What?'
'Your ma.'
He stood up and looked. 'Oh, no,' he said.
They crossed the wide church. Wulfric's mother was lying next to Sir Stephen, the lord of Wigleigh - his equal now. She was a petite woman - it was amazing that she had given birth to two such big sons. In life she had been wiry and full of energy, but now she looked like a fragile doll, white and thin. Wulfric put his hand on her chest, feeling for a heartbeat. When he pressed down, a trickle of water came from her mouth.
'She drowned,' he whispered.
Gwenda put her arm around his wide shoulders, trying to console him with her touch. She could not tell whether he noticed.
A man-at-arms wearing Earl Roland's red-and-black livery came up carrying the lifeless body of a big man. Wulfric gasped again: it was his father.
Gwenda said: 'Lay him here, next to his wife.'
Wulfric was stunned. He said nothing, seeming unable to take it in. Gwenda herself was bewildered. What could she say to the man she loved in these circumstances? Every phrase that came to mind seemed stupid. She was desperate to give him some kind of comfort, but she did not know how.
As Wulfric stared at the bodies of his mother and father, Gwenda looked across the church at his brother. David seemed very still. She walked quickly to his side. His eyes were staring up blindly, and he was no longer breathing. She felt his chest: no heartbeat.
How could Wulfric bear it?
She wiped tears from her own eyes and returned to him. There was no point in hiding the truth. 'David is dead, too,' she said.
Wulfric looked blank, as if he did not understand. The dreadful thought occurred to Gwenda that the shock might have caused him to lose his mind.
But he spoke at last. 'All of them,' he said in a whisper. 'All three. All dead.' He looked at Gwenda, and she saw tears come to his eyes.
She put her arms around him, and felt his big body shake with helpless sobs. She squeezed him tightly. 'Poor Wulfric,' she said. 'Poor, beloved Wulfric.'
'Thank God I've still got Annet,' he said.