The Bishop waved his jewelled hand dismissively. "They are gone, and they have little interest in anything outside what fills their coffers. Ye won't hear from them again."

Abbott Andrew nodded in servile agreement and hoped the bishop was right. "But the herdsman, Yer Grace, I know the Church would benefit greatly if he succumbed to an unfortunate mischance."

"He has no guardians; this is the best time to deal with him." The Bishop ...