He raised the lantern and John followed him downstairs, past the ablution block and into the cloister. It was a cold night and their sandals crunched on the gravel. John hung back and glanced over his shoulder as Mathew unlocked the door leading into the abbey.

'Can you see anything?'

'Villains!' He closed the door. 'They're trying to steal the font.'

John crossed himself.

'We must call the bailiffs.'

'You are right, Brother.' Mathew began to shake. 'Walter Gallor is the nearest. He has his lodging above his slaughterhouse. We must go to him at once.'




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