Baldwin could control his agitation no longer. ‘Before we speak about this Luke, can you tell me: that ship in the harbour – what is she called?’
‘Her?’ William stood and peered. ‘The new one, I don’t know, but the older of the two was called the Anne, I think. She came into port the morning after that terrible storm.’ His mouth fell open with a jerk. ‘Ah! Some day my head will be knocked from my body, and it won’t matter because there is so little in there! Of course! He mentioned a man, a close friend who was washed from the ship during the storm, a knight called Baldwin. There has been much on my mind, Sir Baldwin. My apologies – I should have sent a message to the Prior to tell him of your friend, but – alas! – I forgot!’
‘You have met Simon?’ Baldwin exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
‘Yes, but hold your excitement, friend! He’s at the castle.’
‘That is wonderful! I have to see him at once!’
‘No, you don’t,’ William said forcefully, and stood in front of the knight. ‘No, Sir Baldwin, you mustn’t. I’ll send a messenger to him and ask him to come here to meet you.’
‘I should go at once! He will fear that I am dead, and I should put his mind to rest.’
‘No. If you go there, you run the risk of being kept in captivity. There was another knight on the same ship as you, a man called Charles?’
‘Yes. He was a companion on my way here,’ Baldwin said.
‘He is held prisoner, and I have heard that the Lord of the Manor may decide to have him tried as a felon for drawing a sword on him,’ William explained, and told the story of how Sir Charles had sought to protect the ship. ‘So you see, it could be dangerous for you to go to the castle. Better that I should persuade Simon to come here to meet you.’
‘Friend, I don’t intend to draw a sword on the good Lord of the Manor,’ Baldwin said humorously.
‘Friend, you don’t have a sword to draw,’ William responded.
‘So what problem could I have?’ Baldwin asked, confused.
‘Only this: rumours fly about a small town like La Val. I have heard that a sword was found next to the body of a tax-gatherer after the storm, and it may have been used to run him through. But this sword was an odd one, Sir Knight. It had a short blade, like a knight’s riding sword, a bright blue blade, and there was an inscription on it, I’m told.’
Baldwin smiled, but he could feel his blood moving more slowly about his veins. ‘Well?’
‘Sir, the inscription was a Templar cross, I am told. A sign of evil and the devil.’
‘What does that have to do with me?’
‘I may be a mere priest to a vill of brutes and fools, sir, I may spend most of my days in my fields labouring like my flock, and perhaps I have a little of the slow mind of a local man, but I was educated once, and I can add and subtract. And my addition tells me that the appearance of a knight with no sword at the same time as a body, stabbed with a strange and unique sword found near the body could add up to a knight who met a man and killed him, and then discarded his weapon. If I can add up the matter to that, what could not the Lord of the Manor make?’
‘I see.’
‘And worse, if the Lord of the Manor could show that the man he had captured and killed for the murder of his own gather-reeve, if Ranulph could show that this man had been a Templar Knight, he would be acquitted of homicide, because he would have executed an outlaw. Even if he killed this knight’s friends, he could argue a close case that he had thought them all Templars or he had thought them all heretics with the Templar.’
‘He would hardly think of …’
‘Sir Baldwin, he is holding Sir Charles and is likely to have him executed for drawing a sword on him; if other survivors of the ship die, it means he can take all the goods from it, as well as the ship itself, and keep them. Do you seriously believe that he wouldn’t consider such a course?’ William leaned closer, his face an anxious frown. ‘Believe me, I know this man! He would tweak the nose of the devil if he thought that there was money in it for him!’
Baldwin sat back and stared unseeingly at the wall. He lifted his pot automatically. ‘I never met a man that night. I was almost drowned. The woman, Tedia, found me, and she saved my life. She could swear to my ill health. I was in no fit state to kill anyone.’
William gave a snort. ‘Her evidence wouldn’t do much more than guarantee your death, Sir Knight. The Lord, in his great wisdom, has decided to view all the islanders of St Nicholas as felons or potential felons. If she was to go to the Lord’s court and swear that you were innocent, he would probably insist on your execution before the day was out.’
‘This is ridiculous!’
‘Of course it is! And it would be alarming if it were not easy to see why Thomas would like to see you convicted.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘It will become clear when I introduce you to my friend,’ William said.
‘I dislike the idea of sitting here and not letting my friend know that I am alive.’
‘I don’t like it myself. I shall see to it that he is advised of your presence here, and I can ensure that he goes to visit you on St Nicholas. That would be safer.’
‘Then I shall take your advice,’ Baldwin said reluctantly. He hated the thought that Simon could be anxious for him, or believe him dead, as was more likely, but he liked the priest, and if William was to be believed, this would be the safest option.
He tried to put thoughts of Simon from his mind. ‘Now, tell me what you can about this dead man.’
Cryspyn felt happier about the idea of walking unarmed into a lion’s den than sitting here with these two, but he knew that it must be done.
‘I suppose you know what I am about to ask.’
Brosia gave a sidelong glance at Mariota, wondering whether someone had denounced her for flirting with Luke. If anyone would dare, it would be Mariota. The slack-titted draggle-tail had jealousy enough for a vill of lepers staring at a King’s feast; she had no man and was resentful of any attractive woman. Obviously, she hated Brosia, just as Tedia did, because Brosia was better-looking and won the hearts of many men in the area. Luckily David never found out. He wouldn’t be happy to learn that he had been cuckolded.
She was about to open her mouth to deny whatever Mariota had said, when the older woman spoke.
‘Prior, I’m not up to the task. Ask Brosia here, by all means, but I am too old and ugly to do what you want. Why should a man like Isok want me to service him?’
‘I don’t know what a man like him would want,’ Cryspyn said gallantly, ‘because I am chaste, as I should be, but I am sure that a man with fire in his veins would be honoured to have you try to help him.’
Brosia cried out, ‘What, you want us to make him large with semen for his wife?’ She couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Me? I’m a married woman, Prior!’
‘I can’t think of a better woman to attempt this. Consider, Brosia, I must have honest women to help with this task. I have been ordered by the Bishop himself to see to it. He suggested three women – can either of you think of a third to help?’
Brosia bridled. ‘This is silly! How can you expect me to try to rouse him when his own wife cannot!’
‘That, I think, is the point,’ Cryspyn said drily. ‘And I have heard much about some successes on the part of certain women in this manor. Perhaps they were overblown.’
Mariota was studying Brosia with delight. ‘Perhaps you fear you aren’t capable of such an onerous task?’
‘I can …’ Brosia stopped, flustered, with a wary look at the Prior. ‘I am sure I can make a man rise as easily as any other woman, but why I should do this for him, I don’t know.’
Cryspyn said shortly, ‘Because the Bishop has ordered it, woman, and you are one of his flock. I desire you …’ he flushed as he heard his own double entendre and continued swiftly, stammering slightly, ‘to test Isok and report back to me. You both know what is needed.’
Baldwin finished his cup and
set it down. ‘Very well, let us take a closer look at this body of yours.’
‘I should have thought that the Prior would want the corpse to be returned to his island for burial,’ William said, leading the way down the middle of the church.
‘There can be little doubt of that,’ Baldwin observed.
‘You think so? Cryspyn can be very straitlaced. He hates priests who fail in their oaths. He’s been here so long, I think he has come to look upon the priory as his own personal manor. Any man who threatens the stability of his manor can expect harsh treatment at his hands.’
‘I thought him a very moderate man.’
‘You should see him when he is angry! And little makes him more bitter than behaviour that brings his priory into disrepute. Consider Luke: the man was notorious. He came here because of his womanising, and he probably died because of it.’
Baldwin nodded. ‘You think her husband sought to punish the man who desired her?’
‘Yes. David was furious, I have heard.’
‘David!’
‘Who did you think I meant?’ William asked in surprise.
‘Why, Isok. I had heard that this Luke had actively sought out Tedia and that his overtures had been observed by others.’
‘I don’t think so. In the past, I have seen Luke ogling all the women in the vill, but more recently he’s concentrated on Brosia, I think. Certainly over the last couple of weeks. She has been flaunting herself at him outrageously.’
‘There are two bodies here?’
‘The other was the gather-reeve.’
Baldwin had reached the body and peered under the sheet. ‘How did he die?’
‘He was stabbed in the chest.’
‘By a short-bladed knife, then. It wasn’t long enough to go all through the man’s chest. And the knife had two edges to it.’
‘Um … yes,’ William said. In a few moments of peering, this man had seen as much or more than Ranulph during his inquest. He felt faintly impressed as Baldwin went to the second body and lifted the sheet.
It was Luke, and Baldwin sighed to see the young man’s ravaged, eyeless face. ‘I truly wish this monk had learned from his errors. He is a man I used to know.’
‘Can you tell me anything more about him?’
‘Only that if he was killed by an outraged husband, it would be no more than he deserved, and certainly wouldn’t surprise me,’ Baldwin said.
‘I see you know more than you’re telling me,’ William said, but shrugged. ‘Let him answer for his own sins before the Father.’
The body was naked, and Baldwin studied it with interest. ‘This man was stabbed and died almost instantly, I should guess. I have seen stabs in the breast like this, and when the blade passes into the heart, it results in a very swift end. How long has he been dead, do you think?’
It was a fact that priests grew accustomed to death. Dealing with bodies which had been discovered after some while, and observing corpses before their altars prior to their being buried was an unpleasant, but necessary, part of their duties.
Now William set his head on one side like a hound questioning a stupid command. ‘I should think he died more than a few days ago. What would you think?’
‘I am no coroner, but I have had some experience with bodies left in the open, and I personally believe that this man has not been dead for very long. In fact, I think that he was still alive on the morning of the day after the storm. He was alive the day before yesterday, but died before last night.’
William’s eyes narrowed, and he peered at Baldwin.
The knight laughed. ‘The good Prior sent a man to see all was well on the morning after the storm. Luke was alive then. He clearly died before last night, though, since he was brought here to you then.’
‘I understood the last night bit,’ William muttered. ‘But when could he have died? And who did it?’
‘That we need to learn still,’ Baldwin said. ‘Was he undressed when he was discovered?’
‘I think he was clothed, but there were tears in the material.’
‘I would like to see his clothing.’
William fetched the robe from his chest at the back of the church. ‘I was wondering whether to keep this or not. It is too small for me, but would have helped patch my old one.’
‘There are some tears, as you say. I should have expected more in the way of rents in the cloth,’ Baldwin said. ‘It would seem that he has been attacked by some birds, but also by other creatures.’
‘I expect that would be crabs or fish,’ William said. ‘He was not found in a boat but lay on the sands. All manner of sea creatures would have feasted upon him.’
Baldwin shivered at the thought. This, he knew, was the kind of death which was nearly visited upon him. ‘You mentioned that he was not in a boat?’
‘No. He had been, though. Pieces of broken timber were all about him as though he was in a boat which was wrecked upon the shore.’
‘Who found him?’
‘It was your friend: Isok.’
Baldwin’s face fell. ‘Oh.’
Chapter Twenty-One
Simon found the room at the back of the keep, and when he had managed to persuade the guard at the door, with a penny and a flask of wine, that he was a genuine visitor, he was allowed in to see Sir Charles – once he had deposited Baldwin’s sword with the gaoler.
Entering the cell, Simon was still trying to convince himself that Ranulph and Thomas were honourable and wouldn’t harm Sir Charles and Paul, but that memory of their fleeting glance was firmly imprinted upon his memory. Yet he had no idea why Ranulph should wish to have them kept in gaol. It made little sense. Sir Charles may have threatened him once, but there were good reasons for that.
Could Ranulph and Thomas have decided to use Sir Charles as a pawn in some way? Maybe they wanted to force Simon to condone some action, or do something for them – something that he would otherwise refuse? No, that was surely too far-fetched! In any case, what could they want him to do? Something regarding the murder of the gather-reeve? Not very likely. Unless, Simon realised, unless Thomas was the murderer and he wanted Simon to find another man guilty … Thomas had had the chance: he had been there, and he, like so many, always carried a dagger.
If he intended demanding that Simon should support the conviction of an innocent man, he could think again. Better that ten guilty men went free than that one innocent man should be wrongly punished. Anyway, this was all foolish. There was no indication that either man was intending to cause such a miscarriage of justice. Simon stepped inside the cell.
If anything, Sir Charles was still more beamingly happy to see him than before. ‘Bailiff! Come in, my friend! This is extraordinarily good. Paul! Move your fat, luggardly arse off that stool and let our friend be seated. Would you care for a little ale, Simon? It is not good, but it is better than the wine with which they have supplied us.’
‘I thank you, but no. I’ve tried the local ale and I think I’d prefer the piss-water from the stews in Exeter. It’s foul.’
Sir Charles nodded with amusement, but he was watching Simon keenly, like a man who was expecting an answer to an unspoken question.
‘I have heard nothing more about your release,’ Simon began, ‘but I think it can’t be long. The Lord of the Manor is a harsh master, though, and he dislikes dissension.’
‘And so do I.’ Sir Charles exclaimed heartily. ‘He disliked my drawing my sword on him, and I disliked his way of piracy. Theft has never appealed to me – not when it is theft of my property.’
Simon was unpleasantly aware of the guard at the door, who would be listening carefully to every word. ‘Ranulph is a good man and perfectly fair. All we have to do is explain everything and apologise.’
Sir Charles listened attentively, nodding. ‘Yes. By the way, Bailiff: I was taken downstairs to meet your friend yesterday. He called me into his room and showed me a sword. When I declared that it was not mine, he asked whose it was.’
‘Did you
say?’ Simon asked. If Sir Charles had identified it, it would reflect badly on Simon, who had denied all knowledge of the thing.
‘I said I knew of one like that, which was owned by our friend, yes. But I told him that poor Baldwin was washed overboard and must be dead. Why, was that a mistake?’
‘I do not know,’ Simon said, but inwardly he blamed himself for the error. He should have admitted whose sword it was and been done. No matter that his friend would be posthumously acknowledged as a Templar; in reality it would only harm his memory with a few people, and by denying Baldwin, Simon had lied to his own rescuer. ‘Did they say anything else about your release?’
‘Not in so many words, no,’ Sir Charles said with a pensive wrinkling of his forehead. ‘They mentioned that they thought I was a liar, accused me of murdering some fellow who collected taxes, and then threatened me with execution unless I confessed my crimes. Apart from that, nothing.’
‘What crimes, in the name of Christ?’ Simon demanded. ‘We only came here, what, two days ago?’
‘But apparently they are plagued with pirates hereabouts, and I would make a good example to all my friends.’ Sir Charles spoke lightly, but it was plain that his sense of humour was not translating itself to Paul.
‘I’m ready to catch one of them and take a sword or dagger to the rest,’ Paul said in a low voice. ‘Bailiff, would you help us? Can you get us weapons?’
‘There should be no need for that,’ Simon said. ‘There has been another ship attacked by pirates, I’ve heard. It’s come into the port today. That means you can’t be associated with the pirates. They’re still at large, while you two have been locked in here for the last couple of days.’
‘That is very reassuring,’ said Sir Charles. He leaned back in his chair, nodding sagely. ‘However, I think my companion here has a point. Perhaps a dagger or two would make us feel more comfortable. Bailiff?’
Isok stared at Baldwin with an inscrutable expression. ‘I came when you called me, Father William. What can I do for you?’
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