In the space of a few hours, Bishop Thurgot received two letters: one brought tears to his eyes and the other provoked anger and frustration. The first, from his former sub-prior, now, Prior Aldwine, informed him of the death of his old friend, Kenrick. Fighting back his sorrow, Thurgot hastened to the chapel and sank to his knees to thank God for the life of the master mason, without whose intervention, he, the bishop, would have been drowned many decades ago. Together, as firm friends, they had built the magnificent cathedral in Durham to the glory of the Almighty and now, he thought bitterly, he had to start over again. St Andrews boasted no cathedral, just a primitive reliquary church and although thanks to the efforts of Queen Margaret, pilgrims had begun to worship at the reliquary o
