“Is it capable of carrying off a bottle less than half full of wine?”
“Indeed. I was instructed to pay special mind to any open bottle of wine when the monkey was present, as it would surely try to steal it. It’s a foul little beast. I’m hoping someone has taken their chance and wrung its nasty neck.”
The only relief of the morning was that Sir Walter sent a man to Frevisse offering to send help as well as food to the priory kitchen because his coming had so overburdened St. Frideswide’s. Frevisse gladly accepted on Dame Alys’s behalf, and made bold to ask if there was anyone among Sir Walter’s people who might be able to see to the guest-house chimney. The man said he thought there was, if it pleased her. Frevisse assured him it most certainly did. To have that chimney usable would ease at least some of the problems of the day.
By early afternoon the day’s warmth had thickened to discomfort. The coffins would have to be sealed shortly, and Frevisse knew that beyond the priory walls the villeins would be driving themselves as hard as might be, to have as much of the harvest in as they could before the inevitable rain. But her own concerns were bounded by the overcrowded guests, and she was setting two of Sir Walter’s men to the problem of the chimney when one of Master Montfort’s servants came to say the crowner wished to talk to the novice Thomasine.
Caught up in the bother of her duties, Frevisse nearly said for her to go; she would come later. But as she turned to say it, she saw Thomasine’s face, even more pale than usual,“ and thinner, tight around her bones, her eyes huge and dark. The girl had been no trouble to her all this while, following silently, doing whatever small things Frevisse asked of her, never asking why, suddenly, she was so needed. But clearly the tensions behind the day had reached her, and she was afraid beyond even her usual fears of going alone to Master Montfort’s questioning.
Frevisse said briskly to the man she had been talking to, “See to it as best you may then. I’ll be back shortly. Come, Thomasine.”
Master Montfort had, of course, yielded the guest-hall’s best chamber to Sir Walter. He and his clerk and their papers were now crowded into a smaller, darker chamber off a corner of the hall. It was private enough but not so suited to his own sense of dignity and worth, Frevisse suspected, and he was clearly beginning to use his temper to make up the deficiency. He glared at her as she entered.
“I only needed the girl, not you again.”
“It is not suitable for Thomasine to be alone with men,” Frevisse answered evenly.
“I’m hardly—” Master Montfort began. Then he thought better of it and said instead, “You can wait outside the door then.”
“That would still leave Thomasine alone. I’ll stay.”
Her words were more blunt than she had meant them to be. Certainly they were not what Master Montfort wanted to hear. The blood began to build in his face, going from red to darker red as his temper swelled. Frevisse watched, interested, and said, just before he reached the point of words, “We can send to Domina Edith if you choose, and ask her word on it.”
His face darkened further, but his lips closed down over what he had been going to say. He glared at her, his purpose diverted from Thomasine, and said sharply, “All right, but stand you in that corner out of our way and leave me to my work.”
Annoying him was not the wisest thing she could have done, Frevisse knew, but she did not suffer fools so calmly as a good Christian ought. A little regretful of that, she withdrew to the corner beside the clerk’s table. Without looking up, he curled his arm around his present parchment scrap, to shield whatever he was going to write.
“Now, my Lady Thomasine,” Master Montfort began sharply, “I’ve talked to more than a few folk since last I saw you. I’ve learned things and heard things. So what’s all this about demons at Lady Ermentrude’s bed? You never said anything about demons before. Why not?”
Bright color appeared on Thomasine’s cheeks, but she said steadily enough, “You told me only to answer your questions. You never asked me about demons so I couldn’t tell you.”
“I never asked—‘’ Master Montfort stopped, apparently unsure if he should be offended. Then he decided he was and barked, ”Well, I’m asking now. You say you saw demons. How many and what were they like?“
Thomasine’s mouth opened and closed. She shook her head. “I didn’t—” she began.
Master Montfort jumped at her words. “So now you deny you saw them? But you said then, before witnesses, you were seeing them. Now you admit you were lying. Why?”‘
“What she said was that Lady Ermentrude was seeing demons. Not that she saw them herself,” Frevisse said.
For a man with such an ample face, Master Montfort’s black eyes were very small and hard. He narrowed them at Frevisse and demanded, “There’s a difference, Dame? And mind that you’re here only so long as you keep out of my matters. You speak again and I’ll have you out of here no matter how it displeases your prioress.” He looked back at Thomasine with an avid gleam. “So did you see demons or not? You said there were demons come to take Lady Ermentrude for her wickedness and now you say there weren’t. Which is the truth, and why are you lying?”
Tears welled and gleamed in Thomasine’s eyes. She was trembling, but very firmly she said, “Lady Ermentrude was shrieking. She was pointing at something no one was seeing and she was afraid of it. I thought of demons and I said it.”
“But you didn’t see them? Tell me the truth this time, one way or the other, and be done with it!”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “I never said I saw any. Not that time. I didn’t see any then. I only saw one and that was later. Not then.”
They all stared at her, even the clerk raising his head stiffly from his parchment to gape.
“You saw a demon, Thomasine?” Frevisse asked. “When?”
Thomasine’s lower lip trembled, but she said firmly, “When you left me with Lady Ermentrude, just before she died. She was rousing, wouldn’t lie quiet. I was going to the door to find you, and looked back at her. And, there was a black… thing on her bed. Creeping up over the edge of her bed and reaching for her.” Thomasine shivered uncontrollably the whole length of her body. “It was small and black and horrible, and reaching for her.” The tears were gone. Only remembered horror was on her face as she said desperately to Master Montfort, “I didn’t see them before. Not during the day. But I saw it then. I truly saw it! It was coming for her soul. I swear it!”
It was more than Master Montfort wanted to hear. He did not need the added problem of a demon in his investigation, but there was no apparent way out of it. His clerk was already recovered and scritch-scritching away at the parchment, putting down what Thomasine had said.
“So. So. You say you only saw one and not when there was anyone else around. Did you tell anyone you saw it? Did you say anything about it then, or save it up for now? To make me forget you’d lied before?”
Thomasine stared at him. Then her chin lifted. Her trembling was gone. “I have not lied. Not before and not now. I did not see demons and never said I saw them, only that they must be there. Why else was Lady Ermentrude so terrified? But I saw this one. I’ll say I saw this one, no matter what you say.”
“But you never told anyone? All this while and you never told anyone?”
“I tried to tell Dame Frevisse then, but Lady Ermentrude began her screaming. There wasn’t time afterwards. And then it didn’t seem to matter. There were so many other things.”
Master Montfort brooded at her, his little eyes half-hooded as he tried to turn this new thing to good account. But before he could, there was a rap at the door and a man, in Fenner livery with Sir Walter’s badge on his shoulder, came in unbidden.
“Here’s another body for you,” he said and chuckled. He tossed a small, brown, furry bundle at Master Montfort,
The crowner threw up his hands, not wanting the thing. It struck his forearm, fell to the floor with a dull thump, and lay unmoving.
“It’s dead,” Mast
er Montfort said distastefully.
“As old timber,” agreed the man. “One of the men found it in the chimney they’re supposed to be mending. On a ledge above the hearth. You know how they’re made.”
“I don’t,” said Master Montfort with asperity. “Nor do I want this thing. Take it away.”
“Sir Walter thought since it was another body, you ought to have a look at it.” The man was clearly amused.
The crowner was not. “Take it away and dump it on the midden. I don’t deal with dead dogs.”
“It’s the monkey,” Frevisse said.
Master Montfort glared at her. “A monkey? In your priory?”
“Lady Ermentrude brought one with her. It’s been missing.”
“And like the goblet, it’s been found and no one’s the worse for it.”
“Except the monkey.” Frevisse knelt down and prodded at it, then picked it up. It had been dead some while; it was cold and the death stiffness was gone out of it. “But its neck’s not broken. And there are no wounds.”
“Then it died of natural causes, the stupid thing, caught up in the chimney.” Master Montfort gestured at the grinning man. “Take it out of here. I deal in human matters, not foul imitations like this.”
The man picked it up by the long tail, dangling it head downward. Its thin arms fell loosely, limp and long, dragging on the floor. Thomasine drew in a startled breath.
“Close the door,” Master Montfort ordered.
Frevisse obeyed.
“Now, Lady Thomasine. Back to the matter at hand.”
But Thomasine turned her round eyes to him and said wonderingly, “That’s what I saw on Lady Ermentrude’s bed. It was the monkey, not a demon at all.” She smiled with deep relief.
“How could you mistake a monkey for a demon?” Montfort rapped out.
“Because the monkey is brown, but what I saw seemed black. And when I saw it before it was all curled up on a servant’s shoulder, and I didn’t see how a monkey is all arms and legs. The arm coming out of the shadows was long, very long, and thin, and black…” Thomasine’s breath caught with remembered terror, then she blinked the memory away. “But it was just the monkey, looking black in the shadows. It was just the monkey, not a demon coming for her soul.”
Master Montfort’s frustration was written in large lines across his face. “So now you’re saying you saw no demons at all? You’re saying it was just a monkey coming for a visit?”
“It was the monkey coming for the wine,” Frevisse said, with sudden realization. “Thomasine, where was the wine when you left your aunt? Was she holding it?”
“I’ve told you you’re not to—” Master Montfort began.
But Thomasine said, “Yes! She had been drinking it again after you left. She was holding the goblet. The monkey was after the wine!”
“And took it and drank it and left the goblet under the bed. And then it took the bottle, ran and hid while it drank it. And died of too much drink.”
“Yes, very well, we’re pleased to know that.” Montfort smacked his fist on the table edge to have their attention. “But that’s not the matter to hand here. You’re saying there were no demons, correct?”
The bright relief-went out of Thomasine. “There may have been. Lady Ermentrude was so frightened. She behaved so strangely when she first came.”
“Ah yes.” That pleased Master Montfort. “Lady Ermentrude’s behavior. Her desire to take you out of the nunnery, back into the world. That frightened you, didn’t it, child?”
Thomasine looked puzzled at his insistence. “I told you it did.”
“Why?” he rapped.
“I want to be here.”
“She promised you a husband, a fine marriage.”
“I’m to be Christ’s bride. I don’t need a worldly marriage.”
“She said she was going to take you away, whether you wanted it or not.”
“She couldn’t. She had no authority over me.”
“She might have. She had powerful friends. You were afraid, your sister said you were afraid.”
“Because my aunt was loud and hurting me.”
“And so you hurt her back?”
Thomasine’s face froze. Only after rigid seconds did she say, looking as if she wanted to faint, “No. I helped her come inside. I brought her warm milk and bread with honey.
I prayed for her. I watched by her bed. I would never have hurt her.“
She knows, thought Frevisse. She knows what Master Montfort is saying, and is holding against it better than I thought she ever could.
But how long Thomasine’s nerve would last was another matter, and Frevisse desperately wanted to have her away from him before the direct accusation came.
The unlatched door slammed suddenly open. Scarcely in time, Frevisse had her hand up to protect her face from it as Sir Walter strode forcefully into the room and without greeting, demanded, “Enough ring a ring a‘ rosy, Montfort! What’s this tale I’m hearing run about my mother’s death? You gave me a song yesterday about exhaustion and drink and temper that did for her, but poison is the word I’m hearing now.”
Master Montfort had backed away quickly at Sir Walter’s coming in. He was outranked and outtempered by Sir Walter and knew it. With hasty respect and a deep bow, he said, “My lord, we’re about the matter now. If you would be so good.” He gestured toward the room’s other chair, which he had not offered to Thomasine or Frevisse.
“I don’t need to sit. I need answers. My mother yielded to her temper all her life, drank more wine, and exhausted more horses than any man for years without tiring herself beyond what a day’s rest would mend. Don’t expect me to believe it was otherwise here. She came to take a novice out of this hole and now she’s dead. There’s fraud at the heart of it and you’d better have found out who’s to gain from that fraud, because whoever killed my mother is going to hang!”
“My lord, the matter is well in hand. I was just questioning—” Master Montfort started to gesture toward Thomasine, who had shrunk back toward Frevisse.
Sir Walter cut across his words. “You’ve had a day of questioning. Where are your answers?”
“Not fully a day, my lord…” Master Montfort tried again. He cast a desperate glance toward his clerk, who was racing his quill at full speed to keep up with their exchange. “Stop that,” he said a little shrilly. The clerk stopped, obedient but still hunched over his parchment, waiting for more. “My lord, I’ve found out things but these matters take a certain time. I’m crowner here, responsible to his grace King Henry VI for justice to be done. I must have—”
“And I am Sir Walter Fenner, with two score men-at-arms camped in the field across the road. King Henry is nine years old and he and his government are in France and I am perfectly willing for another crowner to come and inquire about your broken neck if I don’t have a poisoner in my hands before the day is out!”
Master Montfort was still stammering toward some sort of answer as Frevisse gathered Thomasine to her with a quick hand and pulled her backward out the door.
Thomasine went, thankful to be away. But brown-haired Robert with the quiet voice cut across their way to the outer door. Without the bother of greeting, he said to Dame Frevisse, “Sir Walter knows.”
“We just heard.” Dame Frevisse jerked her head toward the crowner’s room and Sir Walter’s rising voice.
“He’s angry. And more angry for it not being Montfort who told him.” Robert spoke at Dame Frevisse, but his gaze slipped to Thomasine. “I’d not frighten you, my lady, but from what he said to me about it, he will revenge himself on someone. You’d best go into the cloister and stay there. I’ll do what I may for you here.”
Thomasine wondered how Sir Walter came to think of her as possibly guilty of murder. Who had put that idea in his head? And what would he do about it? She met Robert’s ardent gaze and said, “Thank you for the warning, my lord. God grant us the courage to meet this challenge, I pray.”
She gave way then to Fre
visse’s pulling on her arm and went away from him.
The first rain was falling darkly on the cobbles as they hurriedly crossed the yard toward the cloister gate. Not until the gate was shut behind them did Dame Frevisse pause, draw a deep breath, and let loose of Thomasine’s arm.
“Thomasine, you are not to go out of here again until this matter is settled. Do you understand? Not for any reason are you to leave.”
Thomasine’s fear was a swollen clot in her chest, making it hard to breathe or speak. So she only nodded to Dame Frevisse’s order and, not knowing what else to do, followed her as she went on along the cloister walk.
They were nearly to the kitchen door, but came on Dame Claire before they reached it, tying a knot in the last towel to hang on the three hooks behind the stone lavatory outside the refectory. She glanced up at their coming. When Dame Frevisse made a small sign toward the narrow passage where they could talk, she nodded, finished her task, and came into the slipe.
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