The Palace refectory was crowded with priests and other members of staff taking their evening meal on either side of the long oak dining tables. The atmosphere was jovial, the conversation animated with the day’s news and gossip — supper was rarely an occasion for theological considerations. While the room could not compare with a raucous tavern, it was a time for the clerics to relax, savour their food, and enjoy good company.
“Have you met the new Cardinal yet?” one priest asked his colleague across the table.
“Albornoz? Yes, but briefly. He introduced himself then left in a hurry, having duties to see to in the town. What about you?”
“Me? No, I’m of no consequence, but no doubt our paths will cross eventually.”
“He’s often seen entering and leaving the Holy Father’s study, but as he
