Chapter 96

"Yer Grace, ye have an unannounced caller," informed the young priest at the door.

The bishop twisted to face the priest. "Who is it?" he grumbled testily.

"Ah, Yer Grace, it is Mellester Manor's reeve, Petrus Bodkin."

"Tell him to go away, I'm indisposed."

"Yer Grace, I have informed him of this, but he insists that he speak with ye."

"I have no time fer rabble, see him away!"

"As ye wish, Yer Grace." With delicacy and sensitive to the bishop's temperment, lest he be offended, the priest shut the heavy door with nary a sound.

Bishop Immers turned back to the cleric who thought he'd been reprieved from a further haranguing. "How is it possible for the Church to administer to the parishes if we are ill-kept, hungry, in rags and slatternly? It is God's desire to see the Church preside over-"