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cast of characters

the beguinage

SERVANT MARTHA Flemish leader of the beguines.

HEALING MARTHA Elderly physician and Servant Martha’s oldest friend.

MERCHANT MARTHA Sharp-tongued trader for the beguinage.

GATE MARTHA A dour local beguine.

KITCHEN MARTHA Flemish cook.

BEATRICE Flemish beguine.

PEGA Local beguine, giantess, and ex-prostitute.

CATHERINE Teenage local beguine.

the manor

AGATHA/OSMANNA Youngest of Robert D’Acaster’s three daughters.

ROBERT D’ACASTER Lord of the Manor and father of AGATHA and her twin elder sisters, ANNE and EDITH.

PHILLIP D’ACASTER Lord Robert’s nephew and steward.

the village of ulewic

FATHER ULFRID Parish priest.

GILES Serf and son of ELLEN, his aged mother.

JOHN Village blacksmith.

LETTICE Elderly widow and village gossip.

ALDITH Mother to little son OLIVER.

1st Family

PISSPUDDLE Village child.

WILLIAM Pisspuddle’s tormenting older brother.

ALAN Father of Pisspuddle and William.

MAM Mother of Pisspuddle and William.

2nd Family

RALPH Father to MARION and her two brothers.

JOAN Ralph’s wife.

outsiders

OLD GWENITH Local healer and cunning woman, or wise woman.

GUDRUN Old Gwenith’s granddaughter.

ANDREW Young female anchorite.

FRANCISCAN FRIAR Friend and protector to the anchorite Andrew.

BISHOP’S COMMISSARIUS Envoy from the Bishop of Norwich.

HILARY Friend of Father Ulfrid.

anno domini 1321

prologue

gILES KNEW THEY’D COME FOR HIM, sooner or later. He didn’t know where or when, he didn’t know what his punishment would be, but he knew that there would be one. A dead owl had been left in front of his door in the middle of the night. He hadn’t heard them leave it; you never did. But at daybreak when he left his cottage to work in the Manor’s fields, he had found it there, sodden from the night’s rain. It was their sign, their warning.

He had buried the owl quickly, before his mother could see it. He didn’t want her to know what was coming. She was too old and frail, had seen too many tragedies in her life to bear the strain of yet another. But from then on he had waited, waited for a hood to be thrown over him from behind as he pissed against a tree, waited for a quarterstaff to crack down on the back of his head as he walked down the track, waited to be dragged from his bed in the night. They might take him from the forest or from the tavern or from the church. They might take him in the early morning or in the evening or in the middle of the day. However much you stayed on your guard, somewhere, at some hour, the Owl Masters would find you. All you could do was wait.