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knows that Cathbad has a daughter from a previous relationship. She knows that he will be wondering whether he now has a son.
    ‘Of course, children don’t belong to us,’ he says, as he and Ruth walk towards the outer edge of the dig. ‘They belong to the universe.’
    Ruth says nothing. She never knows what to reply to pseudo-religious utterances, a fact that probably goes back to her upbringing by devout Born Again Christians. But thinking of Judy and her baby makes her remember the day that she had Kate, with Cathbad as her unexpected birth partner. She squeezes his arm.
    ‘It’s all part of the great web.’ This is one of Cathbad’s favourite expressions.
    He smiles at her. ‘Yes it is. The great web ordained before time began.’
    ‘Mustn’t mess with the great web.’
    ‘We must not.’ But he is still smiling.
    They stop at the brow of the hill. From here you can just see the sea, a fact that always led Max to believe that this was a
vicus,
part of a Roman garrison town, on the way to the port at Borough Castle.
    ‘What happened to the Janus Stone?’ asks Cathbad.
    The stone head depicting the two-faced Roman God was found on this site almost two years ago. Thinking of it reminds Ruth of Max, and of someone else who was obsessed with the old, bloodthirsty gods. Obsessed to the point of murder.
    ‘It’s in the museum,’ she says. ‘I’m sure you don’t approve.’
    Ruth and Cathbad first met when Ruth was part of a team excavating a Bronze Age henge on a North Norfolk beach. Cathbad and his fellow druids had protested when the henge’s timbers were removed to a museum. They should be left where they were, they said, part of the landscape, open to the sky and sea. Erik had been in sympathy with them but the henge had been dismantled nonetheless.
    ‘Oh well,’ he says. ‘It can still work its magic in the museum.’
    ‘You’re mellowing,’ says Ruth.
    ‘It happens to us all.’
    Cathbad turns to look at Ruth, his dark eyes uncomfortably shrewd.
    ‘How are you, Ruth? You look a bit shaken.’
    Cursing Cathbad’s sixth sense or plain nosiness (not for the first time), Ruth says, ‘A friend died a few days ago. An old friend from university. I hadn’t seen him for years but, yes, it has shaken me.’
    ‘Maybe his soul is calling to you,’ says Cathbad.
    Ruth gives Cathbad a dark look. She feels sorry for him but she’s not going to let him talk like that.
    ‘I just feel sad,’ she says. ‘That’s all.’
    ‘That’s enough,’ agrees Cathbad.
    They stay looking at the gentle hills as they lead to the sea. High above them a skylark is calling. It’s nearly Midsummer’s Day, a major event in Cathbad’s calendar.
    ‘I wonder if Nelson knows,’ says Ruth, ‘about Judy.’
    ‘Ask him,’ says Cathbad.
    And Ruth knows, without looking round, that Nelson is behind them.
     
    Nelson doesn’t know quite why he has come up to the dig. He could easily have spoken to Ruth on the phone. Besides they’re busy at the station, what with no Judy and Clough tearing round the backstreets in a (metaphorical) red sports car. All he knows is that as soon as he had finished speaking to Sandy he was reaching for his car keys and telling Leah, his PA, that he’ll be out for an hour or two.
    ‘I think Superintendent Whitcliffe wanted to catch up with you,’ she’d said.
    Then want, thought Nelson, taking the stairs two at a time, must be his master. Jesus. Where had that come from? It was something his mother used to say.
    And now, striding over the grass towards Ruth and Cathbad, he is glad he came. It is good to be in the open air after days in the station, completing paperwork and assuring Whitcliffe that his team didn’t cut any corners in the drug smuggling case (they did, but Nelson hopes he’s covered up adequately). And it’s good to see Ruth. Over the last few months he has battled to shape his relationship with Ruth into one of benevolent friendship. He is the father of her child.