He seemed anxious. ‘Bishop Leodegar requests that you attend him in his chambers as soon as possible.’ The steward’s tone matched the tense expression on his features. ‘Abbess Audofleda has protested,’ muttered Eadulf. They found the bishop in an angry mood. ‘I have received a complaint from Abbess Audofleda.’ Fidelma was unperturbed by his belligerent manner and, in fact, assumed a sad expression, shaking her head as if in sorrow. ‘Indeed, I wanted a word with you about that woman before we send our report to Rome.’ ‘She tells me,’ Bishop Leodegar fumed, ‘that you have been insulting and forget your—’ He halted and frowned. ‘Send to Rome? Explain yourself.’ ‘I wanted to discuss the matter with you immediately, but it so happened that I encountered an old friend of mine, the Bishop of Rome’s emissary to the council.’ ‘The Nuntius Peregrinus?’ Bishop Leodegar’s demeanour changed slightly. ‘Do you know him? He did not tell me.’ ‘Of course.
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