Orm had always said Robert had the spiritual soul of his long-dead mother, Eadgyth, who had once been a hermit. But Robert had the build and temper of his father, who was a soldier. 'What's it to you?' he snapped back, fourteen years old, bristling.

Ibn Hafsun raised his hands. 'I mean no offence. I am your guide in this strange country. That's what I'm paid to do. And though I have delivered your body to this place, I'm doing a poor job if I allow your spirit to wander around like a chick that has lost its nest.' He spoke an accented Latin dialect. Robert had expected everybody to speak Arabic, but there were two tongues in Spain, Arabic and this diverged version of Latin, which the people called aljami or latinia.

'I'm not a lost chick.'

Ibn Hafsun smiled. 'Then how do you think of yourself?'

'I am a pilgrim. And I'm here in this city of Saint James to visit the tomb of the brother of Christ, who came here to die.'

Orm murmured, 'You must forgive him, Ibn Hafsun. It's the fashion these days to be pious. A generation after the Conquest, the English kings are forgotten and every boy in England wants to be a warrior of God like King William.'

'But this is only a way station,' Ibn Hafsun said innocently to Robert. 'Your first stop in Spain. Your destination is Cordoba. And as I understand it you are here in Santiago to meet not a long-dead apostle, but a living priest.'

Robert snorted. 'If it isn't all some elaborate hoax, devised by some trickster to empty my father's purse.' They had quarrelled over the purpose of the journey many times in England.

Orm shifted on the bench. He was still a big man, but his body, battered and scarred from too many campaigns, was stiff, sore, uncomfortable even in rest. He said firmly, 'I wrote to Sihtric, and he wrote back, and I recognised his writing. Oh, Sihtric lives. I'm sure of that.'

And he shared a look with Robert, for the central truth went unsaid: what had drawn them here was Orm's story of the 'Testament' spoken by Eadgyth, Robert's mother, when Orm had first found her hiding from Normans in a hole in the ground. Now, after years of saving and preparation, Orm was ready to fulfil her command to seek out Sihtric.