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spreadeagled, her hose pulled down about her ankles. The physician dismounted and went over to study the corpse. Corbett went with him.
    'She's been raped!' Selditch said as they knelt beside her. 'Look at the bruises on her thighs.'
    Corbett glanced fleetingly, then turned his attention to the thin rope tight around the girl's neck. He used his knife to cut it loose. He brushed back the girl's long, lustrous, black hair with a gentle hand and stared pityingly at the pathetic face, mottled and bruised, a trickle of dried blood at the corner of the half-open mouth. The eyes were wide open, staring blindly into the gorse. Corbett looked over his shoulder at Master Joseph, who was staring, pallid-faced, down at the corpse.
    'This is Marina, isn't it?'
    Master Joseph nodded.
    'Then God help her!' Corbett whispered. He forced the girl's eyes shut and pulled down the long robe to cover her nakedness.
    Ranulf, standing behind him, said sadly, 'She must have been beautiful.'
    'Aye,' Corbett replied. 'A terrible death for a lovely girl. Sir Simon, she has to be moved.'
    Gurney nodded. Telling Thomas the huntsman to control the horses, which were becoming nervous at the smell of death, he walked over and knelt beside the girl. He turned her face towards him.
    'About sixteen summers old,' he murmured. 'I remember her baptism. Her father, Fulke, will be beside himself with grief.'
    Father Augustine, whose sorry nag had found it difficult to keep up with the rest, finally arrived. He dismounted, studied the corpse and swallowed hard. He pushed the cowl of his robe back, knelt down and whispered absolution into the girl's ear, sketching a blessing above her. He got to his feet, wiping the wetness off his robe.
    'We have to take her home,' he said. 'Master Joseph, do you have a cart?'
    The Pastoureaux leader nodded and hurried back towards the Hermitage. Corbett went over to where Selditch was taking a generous swig from Gurney's wineskin before passing it to Ranulf.
    'Master physician,' he asked Selditch formally, 'the girl was raped and then garrotted?'
    Selditch lowered the wineskin. 'Aye, that's bloody obvious.' His face softened. 'I'm sorry,' he muttered. 'But the girl was an angel.' He looked at Gurney. 'I'm not sure whether she was raped and then killed or whether she was first strangled and then brutally abused.' He turned and looked towards the mist-shrouded woods and back at Corbett. 'Whatever you are here for,' he said dully, 'find out the truth about this. For the devil's come to Hunstanton!'
    Corbett looked up at Monck. The black-garbed clerk had neither dismounted nor made any attempt to approach the girl's body. His face was more pallid than usual and Corbett saw a muscle twitching high in his cheek. He went over and touched Monck's ungloved hand. It was cold as a block of ice.
    'Lavinius?'
    Monck just stared at the corpse.
    'Lavinius!' Corbett hissed. He grasped the man's arm and squeezed it. 'Master Monck!'
    Monck broke from his reverie and stared down at Corbett, as if seeing him for the first time. His lips curled.
    'Piss off, you bastard!' he hissed.
    Corbett's hand fell away. He stepped back, appalled at the fury blazing in Monck's eyes, and spread his hands in a I gesture of peace.
    'She's dead!' Monck whispered hoarsely. 'She's dead! And there's nothing that bloody priest or the bloody Pastoureaux can do to bring her back!' And, tugging violently at the reins of his horse and digging his spurs in, he turned and rode off in the direction of the manor.
    'Master!' Ranulf hurried over. 'Master, what's wrong?'
    Corbett merely shook his head. 'It's nothing.' Corbett declared. 'Nothing at all.'
    And then he recalled the stories he had heard about Monck tittle-tattle from the clerks in the chancery, fragments of gossip around the court.
    'The man's mad!' Ranulf muttered.
    'Perhaps.' Corbett replied.
    Master Joseph came back, leading a donkey pulling a flat two-wheeled cart. Maltote and Ranulf placed the girl's body gently on