Beside the heavy oak door to King William’s hall, he stood like a rod of iron. His face was as cold and hard as his long mail shirt and his helm and his double-edged sword. He was dressed for war, as was every Norman that strode through Wincestre these days. As usual, Balthar the Fox watched from the shadows. What mysteries transpired behind that long-closed door? he wondered. He felt uneasy that there might be a gap in his knowledge. News was his gold, sifted and piled high to achieve the wise counsel that had bought him such a comfortable life.As he agonized over what he was missing, the door trundled open and the guard stepped aside. Aged men trailed out, their faces ashen. The wavering light carved lines of tension into their features. Each one was a cleric of high regard, Balthar noted, puzzled. There was Ealdred of Eoferwic, with the nose of a falcon and a gaze like winter, and Wulfstan of Worcester, rotund, flushed and sweating. Heads bowed, Bishop William of London, Bishop Giso of Wells, and Abbot Baldwin of St Edmunds Bury followed, their whispers strained.
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