Godwyn invited Elfric to dine with him on the Friday of the fair. He ordered an expensive dinner: swan cooked with ginger and honey. Philemon served them, and sat down to eat with them. The citizens had decided to elect a new alderman and, in a remarkably short time, two candidates had emerged as the principal contestants: Elfric and Caris.
Godwyn did not like Elfric, but he was useful. He was not a particularly good builder, but he had successfully ingratiated himself with Prior Anthony, and thereby gained the contract for cathedral repairs. When Godwyn took office, he had seen in Elfric a servile toady and had kept him on. Elfric was not well liked, but he either employed or subcontracted most of the building craftsmen and suppliers in town, and they in their turn courted him in the hope of work. Having won his confidence, they all wanted him to continue in a position where he could grant them favors. And that gave him a power base.
'I don't like uncertainty,' Godwyn said.
Elfric tasted the swan and grunted appreciatively. 'In what context?'
'The election of a new alderman.'
'By its nature, an election is uncertain - unless there is only one candidate.'
'Which would be my preference.'
'Mine, too, provided that candidate was me.'
'That's what I'm suggesting.'
Elfric looked up from his dinner. 'Really?'
'Tell me, Elfric - how badly do you want to be alderman?'
Elfric swallowed his mouthful. 'I want it,' he said. His voice sounded a little hoarse, and he slurped some wine. 'I deserve it,' he went on, a note of indignation creeping into his tone. 'I'm as good as any of them, am I not? Why should I not be alderman?'
'Would you proceed with the application for a borough charter?'
Elfric stared at him. Thoughtfully, he said: 'Are you asking me to withdraw it?'
'If you're elected alderman, yes.'
'Are you offering to help me get elected?'
'Yes.'
'But how?'
'By eliminating the rival candidate.'
Elfric looked skeptical. 'I don't see how you could achieve that.'
Godwyn nodded to Philemon, who said: 'I believe Caris is a heretic.'
Elfric dropped his knife. 'You're going to try Caris as a witch?'
'You must not tell anyone about this,' Philemon said. 'If she hears about it beforehand, she may flee.'
'As Mattie Wise did.'
'I have let some townspeople believe that Mattie has been captured, and it is she who will be tried on Saturday at the ecclesiastical court. But, at the last minute, a different person will be accused.'
Elfric nodded. 'And, as it's an ecclesiastical court, there is conveniently no need for indictments or juries.' He turned to Godwyn. 'And you will be judge.'
'Unfortunately, no,' Godwyn said. 'Bishop Richard will preside. So we must prove our point.'
'Have you any evidence?' Elfric said skeptically.
Godwyn replied: 'Some, but we'd like more. What we already have would be plenty if the accused were some old woman with no family or friends, like Crazy Nell. But Caris is well known and comes from a wealthy and influential family, as I need hardly tell you.'
Philemon put in: 'It's extremely fortunate for us that her father is too ill to leave his bed - God has ordained it so that he will not be able to defend her.'
Godwyn nodded. 'Nevertheless, she has many friends. So our evidence must be strong.'
'What have you got in mind?' said Elfric.
Philemon answered. 'It would be helpful if a member of her family were to come forward and say that she had called upon the devil, or turned a crucifix upside down, or spoken to some presence in an empty room.'
For a moment, Elfric looked as if he did not understand; then enlightenment dawned. 'Oh!' he said. 'You mean me?'
'Think very carefully before you answer.'
'You're asking me to help send my sister-in-law to Gallows Cross.'
Godwyn said: 'Your sister-in-law; my cousin. Yes.'
'All right, I'm thinking.'
Godwyn saw on Elfric's face ambition, greed, and vainglory, and he marveled at the way God used even men's weaknesses to His holy purpose. He could guess what Elfric was thinking. The position of alderman was a burdensome task for an unselfish man such as Edmund, who exercised his power for the benefit of the town's merchants; but for someone with his eye on the main chance it offered endless opportunities for profit and self-aggrandizement.
Philemon continued in a smooth, assured voice. 'If you have never witnessed anything suspicious, then of course that is the end of the matter. But I beg you to search your memory carefully.'
Godwyn noticed again how much Philemon had learned in the last two years. The awkward priory servant had vanished. He talked like an archdeacon.
'There may have been incidents that seemed at the time perfectly harmless, but which take on a sinister cast in the light of what you have been told today. On mature reflection, you may feel that these events were not as innocent as they at first appeared.'
'I get your meaning, Brother,' Elfric said.
There was a long silence. None of them ate. Godwyn waited patiently for Elfric's decision.
Philemon said: 'And, of course, if Caris were dead, then Edmund's entire fortune would come to the other sister, Alice...your wife.'
'Yes,' Elfric said. 'I'd thought of that.'
'Well?' said Philemon. 'Is there anything you can think of that might help us?'
'Oh, yes,' Elfric said at last. 'I can think of quite a lot.'