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Geoffrey shortly. He was still bewildered by the bitter tenor of Tancred’s words, as he had loved Tancred as a brother. He had assumed that the Prince would understand his desire to help his sister, so he was shocked by the petty, mean-spirited response. He was also bemused by the importance Tancred affixed to Durand, whom Tancred had earlier despised.
    ‘Then I suppose you must live with it,’ said Olivier. ‘You can either accept the post the King offered or stay here. Another pair of hands is always useful.’
    Not for the first time, the reality of the situation hit Geoffrey. He longed to be away from Goodrich’s drudgery, but he had nowhere else to go. He did not want to sell his martial skills to the highest bidder, like other knights, because he did not want to fight for a cause in which he did not believe. The alternative was to become a royal agent – but he did not like the King, and accepting his commission would be akin to selling his soul to the Devil. Glumly, Geoffrey stood and left the hall.
    Geoffrey spent the day riding through forest and steep-sided valleys. His black-and-white dog loped at his side and his horse cantered gamely along remote tracks. By sunset he was less gloomy, and he arrived at Goodrich in time for the evening meal. Tables and benches were arranged in the hall for the servants, while Geoffrey joined Joan and Olivier in a niche near the hearth. Afterwards they went to the solar on the upper floor, leaving the hall to the servants. A fire filled the chamber with welcoming warmth, and, tired from his exercise, Geoffrey began to feel sleepy.
    ‘What happened to Durand?’ asked Olivier, strumming a harp-like instrument from Turkey that Geoffrey had given him. ‘The last we heard, he was accused of a serious theft. The King is unlikely to hang a squire for stealing, as he might a peasant, but I anticipate he was heavily fined?’
    Geoffrey shook his head. ‘God knows how, but not only did Durand escape punishment, he inveigled himself a post in the King’s household. He is now a senior clerk.’
    Joan was astonished. ‘I thought he would have been sent back to Tancred in disgrace.’
    ‘Durand did not want to return to Tancred, because Tancred would have forced him to train as a soldier. He decided to make his fortune in England – and he has done just that. He writes occasionally, describing his progress.’ Although Geoffrey had not liked his old squire – a feeling wholly reciprocated – it was difficult not to admire his capacity to make the best of a bad situation. ‘It is a pity he was dishonest; I miss his resourcefulness and intelligence.’
    ‘What of Bale?’ asked Olivier. ‘The man I found to replace Durand? How is he?’
    Geoffrey leant down to scratch his dog’s head, loath to answer. Bale was not up to the task, but Geoffrey did not want to offend Olivier by saying so.
    ‘I would like to know what actually happened when Henry died in the stables,’ he said instead. ‘I could ask other people, but I would rather hear it from you.’
    ‘Very well,’ said Joan with a long-suffering sigh. ‘What do you want to know?’
    ‘You have already said you do not know who killed him, so I will settle for hearing what happened when you found his body.’
    ‘I discovered him the next morning,’ obliged Olivier, pulling his legs up on to the seat of his chair when Geoffrey’s dog stood and shook itself. The animal had a tendency to bite. ‘When I first saw him, with the dagger in his stomach, I assumed someone had killed him. But I have since reconsidered. Now, I think he killed himself.’
    Joan glared at the dog when it moved towards her. Prudently, it backed off, flopping down again at Geoffrey’s side. ‘At the time, I believed he had been murdered by a Bristol merchant, but was later proved wrong. Now I do not know what happened – nor do I want to.’
    ‘It was suicide,’ pressed Olivier. ‘Henry was deep in his cups, and became overwhelmed with