Dame Madge shrugged her bony shoulders. 'You are welcome to send one, Crowner — but whether she will be willing to receive it will be up to her.'
John made one last attempt. 'How long would it be before she makes a final decision about taking the veil?' he asked. 'I am soon leaving Exeter for London on the king's business, possibly for a long time. I need to know what to do about my personal affairs: for example, do I keep my house here, if she is never to emerge from Polsloe?'
The nun sighed. 'I see that you have many problems, too. All I can promise is that I will tell Matilda what you have said, and if she has any change of heart I will send you a message.'
There was little more to be gained by staying, and with thanks to the helpful old sister he trotted back to the city little the wiser for his visit. His first stop was the castle gatehouse, where he had his second breakfast with Gwyn and Thomas, sharing a fresh loaf and a slab of hard cheese, washed down with ale and cider.
He interrogated his clerk about one pressing problem. 'Thomas, I asked you some time ago to discover if any of your religious books in the cathedral library — or if any of your clerical friends — had any notion about a marriage being annulled if one partner entered a religious order. Did you learn anything of that matter?'
The little clerk shook his head sadly. 'I pored over every text of canon law that I could find, Crowner. But I found nothing helpful, nor did my acquaintances in the cathedral have any better information to offer. Everything that was written about the dissolution of a marriage confirmed that it is almost impossible to achieve, except on grounds of consanguinity or impotence. '
He looked crestfallen at being unable to help his master in his hour of need.
De Wolfe grunted. 'Neither of those last grounds could be invoked, not after seventeen years of marriage! Could not a Papal Legate or even the Pope himself grant a dissolution, if he was pressed?'
Thomas grimaced. 'I fear such elevated manoeuvres are reserved for kings and princes, sir! I doubt if anyone less could achieve it, especially given such a long-standing bonding as you have enjoyed.' He used the last word with no suggestion of irony and went on to offer some more advice.
'My uncle, the archdeacon, might have the final word on this matter. He is the most learned man in this diocese, and I am sure that his opinion would be beyond dispute.'
De Wolfe nodded, and when he had thrown down the last of his ale he rose to his feet. 'I have asked him before, Thomas, and he had the same pessimistic view as yourself. But I will make one final appeal to him.'
He reached for his cloak, as it had begun to rain outside and spots were flying in through the open window-slits on the back of a brisk wind. 'I am going to see the sheriff again now. If he agrees with what I have in mind, we will all need to meet again this afternoon. There will be much to discuss.'
After a long discussion with Henry de Furnellis, John waylaid his friend, John de Alençon, as he returned from the cathedral to his house in Canon's Row for his dinner. Just before noon, when there was a break in the incessant devotions held in the huge church of St Mary and St Peter, the priests spread out across the precinct and the lower town to take their main meal of the day. The Archdeacon of Exeter, one of the four in the diocese, had a dwelling halfway along the road that formed the north side of the Close, a narrow but substantial house, one of a dozen that accommodated senior clerics. The coroner, who lived but a few hundred paces away, ambushed him as he walked from the small door in the North Tower and was promptly invited for a cup of wine. De Alençon was a very austere man, unlike some of his fellow canons, who indulged in a luxurious lifestyle. His house was simply furnished and he ate sparingly, which explained his thin body and hollow cheeks. However, he had a weakness for fine wines, and the one he gave to de Wolfe when they were seated in his spartan study was a choice red from Anjou. After they had sampled it and made appropriate comments about its excellence, de Wolfe came straight to the point.
'You may have heard about my wife leaving me again, John,' he began. 'Gossip travels with the speed of lightning in this city, and I know that the Close is by no means immune from its spread. I have asked you before and, now that the problem is more urgent, I must seek your opinion again. If Matilda does take her vows in that Benedictine house, how would that affect the legality of our marriage?'
The grey-haired priest smiled sadly at his friend over the rim of his pewter goblet. 'I know that my sharp-brained nephew has been researching this problem in the library. I, too, have made what enquiries I could since we last spoke of the matter. There is little more I can tell you, except to reinforce my opinion that you would not be free to marry again.'
De Wolfe stared glumly into his own cup. 'I had heard that men who enter some religious orders were looked upon as dead. Surely a corpse cannot remain married?'
The archdeacon shook his head. 'That is rare and usually concerns old men who have no living wife. But in any event that applies only to their secular existence — their loss of civil rights and ability to interact with the world. Marriage is a contract before God Almighty — do not the vows say that those whom God has joined together let no man put asunder?'
'But annulment does happen sometimes?' said the coroner, clutching at the last few straws.
'If a man and his wife both enter religious orders, then to all intents and purposes the marriage ceases to exist — but even that is in the eyes of men, not God. The cases where rulers and princes obtain annulments for political purposes are usually founded on often dubious claims of consanguinity. The Holy Father in Rome is usually involved in their granting, and it would be blasphemous of me to even hint at the wisdom of some of those decisions.'
'There is nothing else that could be used? What if one of the pair went mad?'
De Alençon shook his head again. 'Only if it was evident at the very outset, usually before consummation. And the madness would have to be extreme. It has been said that if magic was involved in the obtaining of a wife or husband, then that might be considered as grounds by Rome, but I doubt that you could persuade anyone that Matilda's behaviour has been either lunatic or involved sorcery!'
They talked for a few more minutes, but it was evident that Thomas's careful research was confirmed by the archdeacon's own knowledge. Despondent but unsurprised, de Wolfe let his friend get on with his dinner, while he himself went back to Martin's Lane and Mary's salt fish and boiled beans.
Two hours after noon the coroner collected his officer and clerk from the gatehouse and led them across the now muddy inner ward of Rougemont to the keep, where they filed into the sheriff's chamber.
They found Henry already closeted with Ralph Morin, the castle constable, and Gabriel, the sergeant of Rougemont's men-at-arms. They sat on stools around the sheriff's desk in a conspiratorial huddle.
'I've told the sentry outside to let no one in on any account,' boomed Morin. 'We don't want our discussion bandied abroad.'
De Furnellis bobbed his head, the loose skin under his sagging neck making him look more like an old bloodhound than ever. 'The coroner has a plan to flush out these pirates, if they do exist,' he began. 'So, de Wolfe, let us hear what you propose.'
John dragged his stool a little nearer to the table. 'Our attempt to catch them unawares at Axmouth by searching their storehouses went astray, as the sods were too clever for us,' he began. 'I'm convinced that some of the goods they have there and which they transport away to sell as soon as possible are the spoils of callous theft and murder on the high seas. But we have to catch them at it; that's the only way we'll ever defeat this barbarous trade.'