‘You don’t seem worried, Hugh.’ Corbett shrugged. ‘De Craon’s been hunting my head for years.’ ‘But this time he may intend it,’ de Warrenne put in. ‘Philip is meddling in every court in Europe. He’s made Pope Boniface VIII his virtual prisoner. We know he has spies with the rebels in Scotland and he would love to interfere with our wool trade to Flanders.’ The old earl cleared his throat. ‘He regards you as a bloody nuisance, Corbett. You may have won your wager with Ranulf but they truly want you dead.’ Surrey just wished he could shake this clerk’s composure, but Corbett had been in the game before. He’d heard the whispers, how de Warrenne dismissed him as a clerk, ignoring the dangers, the plots of secret assassins as well as Corbett’s own military service in Wales and Scotland. ‘Are you saying, sire, that de Craon killed Fitzalan knowing that you would send me to Ashdown?’ ‘It’s possible there might be another accident in the forest,’ Edward agreed.
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