didnât want to see her.â
Glancing back, Baldwin nodded. He could see that the boyâs footsteps had flattened a small area of grass, but no steps came from there, showing that the boy had been there when it began to snow and had not moved from there since. âDid you hear anyone this morning? See anyone?â
âNo, sir.â
âWhat about last night? Did you see or hear anything strange?â
âNo, sir. Nothing.â
His face was anxious, as if he was desperate to convince, and after holding his gaze for a moment, Baldwin nodded again, then cocked an eyebrow at the bailiff and pointed with his chin. âNo tracks, Simon. Weâll never be able to see if anyone came here last night. At least no one has been here since it began snowing.â
He was right. There was no mark to upset the snow that now lay almost half an inch thick on the ground, the heavily cropped grass just poking above the surface. Shrugging, Baldwin walked the last few yards to the body.
It lay partly under the hedge, face down. The lower half projected back into the field, while the head and torso were shielded under the protection of the plants and free of snow. They could see the black of the old womanâs upper garments.
âWait,â said Baldwin and stepped forward slowly to crouch, his dark eyes flitting over the ground, along either side of the body, back the way they had come, up to the hedge, then back to the inert figure itself. When he spoke, his voice was a murmur. âThe weather has been so cold thereâs no mark on the ground: itâs too hard. Even if there were, the snow would have covered them. I donât think even a hunter could see a spoor under this.â
Simon nodded, dropping to a knee and peering back the way they had come, past Tanner and Greencliff to the hedge that bordered the road. Their own footsteps were distinct, flattened prints in the snow, but the snow had started while they were inside the inn. Now he could not even see Cotteyâs marks from when he had first seen the body. Glancing back at the knight, he asked, âCould she have come from the woods? Through the hedge?â
âNo. No, I donât think so,â came the pensive reply asthe knight peered up. âLook. The twigs arenât broken. No, it looks like she fell from this side. Maybe she died right here.â He chewed his lip and considered. âLetâs see her face. Simon, come on. Help me move her.â
The bailiff gave an unwilling grimace. This was the part he loathed, the first shock of seeing the corpse, of seeing the wound that killed. Sighing, he tentatively took hold of the body by the hips while Baldwin carefully moved up, taking the shoulders and rolling her over. He suddenly pulled back and exclaimed âGod!â
âWhat?â said Simon, nervously shooting him a glance.
Baldwin stared back, his shock slowly giving way to a quickening interest. âIâm not surprised he was upset! He was right when he said the throat was cutâher headâs almost off her shoulders!â
They carefully carried the figure a few yards away from the hedge and set it down on the snow-covered grass. Slowly shaking his head, Simon stood, hands on hips, while Baldwin knelt and studied the body carefully. The bailiff stared down at the sad little collection of cloth and flesh, thinking how pathetic it looked, this sorry little mass that had been a personâif only a villein. He was still staring when Baldwin rose.
âWhoever did this wanted to make sure. As Cottey said, she couldnât have done this to herself.â
Looking down, Simon could see what he meant. The bones were still connected, but the flesh was cut so deeply that the yellow cartilage of the windpipe could be seen as a perfect tube in the sliced meat of her throat. Wincing, the bailiff gasped and turned away, swallowing quickly. Shutting his eyes and taking deep breaths, he gradually soothed
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