The Elephants of Norwich

by Edward Marston

  ‘No wonder she has two men after her,’ observed Gervase.

  Golde raised an eyebrow. ‘They’re not only interested in her house.’

  Helped by Alys, she gave him a detailed account of their visit, admitting that she could not entirely make up her mind about the lady Adelaide. Of the latter’s essential kindness and intelligence there could be no doubt, but Golde suspected that there might be a darker side to the woman.

  ‘She was using us, Gervase.’

  ‘To what end?’

  ‘That’s what I couldn’t quite understand. But we felt manipulated.’

  ‘I felt overwhelmed,’ said Alys. ‘I’ve never been in a house like that before.’

  ‘You’re staying in a castle,’ teased Gervase. ‘What could be grander than this?’

  ‘It wasn’t just a question of size. It was the way that the lady Adelaide lived. Wherever we looked, we saw the woman’s touch. She has that house exactly the way that she wants it, doesn’t she, Golde?’

  ‘Yes. I can’t see her giving it up to marry either the lord Richard or the lord Mauger. She belongs there. It fits her so snugly.’

  ‘The lady Adelaide would hardly invite a husband to join her there,’ said Gervase. ‘If any house were surrendered, it would naturally have to be hers.’ He became pensive. ‘Did she say anything about the theft of the elephants?’

  ‘No more than we’ve already told you.’

  ‘Yet she was in the lord Richard’s house when they were stolen.’

  ‘She’s very conscious of that.’

  ‘What she did say was that she had an obsession about gold,’ recalled Alys. ‘If I had the opportunity, I dare say that I’d be the same.’ She beamed at her husband. ‘Would you buy a pair of gold elephants for me?’

  ‘Not this particular pair, my love,’ he said. ‘They’re too troublesome.’

  ‘But if you had the money, you’d spoil me, wouldn’t you?’

  ‘He already has,’ said Golde, fondly. ‘Gervase married you.’

  ‘Yes. That’s better than any amount of gold.’

  He grinned shyly. ‘I’m very flattered, Alys, but it doesn’t get us anywhere nearer to solving either of these crimes. I’m still thinking about the fact that the lady Adelaide was with the lord Richard at the exact moment they and Hermer disappeared.’

  ‘So?’

  ‘Could it be that she was deliberately keeping him occupied?’

  ‘You mean that she was party to the crime, Gervase? Oh, no!’

  ‘I’m not so sure,’ said Golde, ruminating. ‘The lady Adelaide would certainly not be involved in murder but I fancy that she’d go to any lengths to acquire something whose sparkle attracted her enough. She’s very singleminded.’

  ‘She must be,’ said Gervase, ‘to be able to keep men like the lord Richard and the lord Mauger at bay. There’s more than singlemindedness in action there. The lady Adelaide is not easily dismayed, either. Brother Daniel was shocked to the core when he chanced on that dead body but the murder didn’t put the lady Adelaide off her food. She was also the one person who remained calm when Richard de Fontenel burst in.’

  Alys shivered. ‘That was terrifying,’ she said. ‘Is it always like this when you visit a city as a royal commissioner, Gervase? Theft, murder, violence and heaven knows what else? Is this what usually happens?’

  ‘Our work is never entirely without incident, my love.’

  ‘That’s putting it mildly,’ said Golde. ‘What will you do next?’

  ‘Nothing at all until I’ve spoken to Ralph. And I’ll want a word with the sheriff to see if he has any news about Starculf’s whereabouts. Beyond that, I’m not sure, to be honest.’ He got to his feet. ‘I know what I’d like to do.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Pay a second visit to Olova.’

  ‘Is she the lady in the Henstead hundred?’ said Alys.

  ‘Yes, my love,’ he said, touching her shoulder. ‘It was wrong of me to ride there with the lord Eustace and an armed escort. Olova was a Saxon lady who’s suffered much at the hands of Norman soldiers. I just couldn’t get through to her properly.’

  ‘Do you think it was important to do so?’

  ‘Very important, Alys. I’m certain that Olova knew more than she told me.’

  Golde smiled. ‘Would you like me to speak to her?’ she offered.

  Drogo the Steward was annoyed when he reached the appointed place and saw no sign of either the man or his horse. It was so untypical of Clamahoc. He was always very punctual. Drogo made sure of that. The servant had been corrupted by a judicious mixture of threat and money. He was too involved to turn back, too frightened of the consequences. Drogo resolved to instil his own brand of fear when the man finally arrived. His spy would be roundly chastised for his lateness. Dismounting from his horse, the steward tethered it to one of the bushes. He and Clamahoc always met near that copse, taking advantage of its cover and its convenient position midway between the two estates. In the shade of the trees, much invaluable information had been passed between them.

  No more would be forthcoming. Drogo had the odd sensation that he was not alone. When a muted groan came from the heart of the copse, he reached for his dagger. A second groan gave him some idea of where to go and he pushed his way cautiously through the undergrowth. It did not take him long to find him. Clamahoc had been punctual, after all. Lying face down on the ground, he squirmed and twitched in agony, his bare back crisscrossed with lacerations and smeared with dried blood. A savage punishment had taken him close to death.

  Drogo let out a cry of alarm then used a tentative foot to turn the man over. ‘Who did this to you?’ he demanded.

  But his spy imparted no useful information this time. His tongue had been cut out.

  Chapter Ten

  Ralph Delchard studied the animal with intense interest. Holding the wooden elephant in his hand, he turned it slowly around to examine it from all angles. Eustace Coureton was equally fascinated. The carving was crude and unfinished but the main features of the elephant’s physiognomy were all there. Jocelyn Vavasour had vanished into his hut. When he reappeared, he brandished an earlier attempt at woodcarving.

  ‘This is the first one that I did,’ he said, passing it to Ralph. ‘It will give you a clearer idea of what an elephant looks like.’

  Ralph was intrigued. ‘Look at the size of that trunk!’ ‘And those ears!’ said Coureton, reaching out to touch them. ‘So large and yet so smooth. You’ve got a rare talent, Jocelyn.’

  ‘No,’ said the other modestly. ‘They’re poor copies of the originals.’

  ‘At least, they give us an idea of what we’re looking for.’

  ‘But for one thing, my lord. I wasn’t able to carve the cross that stood on the animal’s head. That was beyond me. I tried very hard,’ he said, sadly, ‘but my hand slipped and the knife cut the cross off at the base. I wasn’t patient enough. I’ll be much more careful with the second one.’

  Ralph held them up side by side to compare them. He sighed with admiration. ‘Remarkable work!’

  ‘Wait until you see the originals, my lord,’ said Vavasour. ‘They capture the essence of the creature. The Venetian goldsmith who made them had actually seen elephants. His miniatures had a life to them.’

  ‘So do these, my friend.’

  ‘But they’re made of driftwood and not solid gold.’

  ‘It’s not the material,’ said Ralph, ‘it’s the way it’s shaped. Besides, these two carvings of yours have a glow all of their own.’

  ‘The wood dries that colour in the sun.’

  ‘So you have two gold elephants of your own,’ said Coureton with a chuckle. ‘When the second is finished, you’ll be able to present them to the abbey as well.’

  ‘No, my lord,’ said Vavasour, taking the two carvings from Ralph. ‘These are carved from memory rather than inspiration. The abbey deserves only the best. I carried them all the way from Rome with a papal blessing on them and I want them restore
d to their rightful place.’

  ‘They will be.’

  ‘What if the thief has already had them melted down?’

  ‘We’ve taken steps to prevent that,’ said Ralph. ‘I visited the three goldsmiths in Norwich myself and the lord sheriff has sent out word to every other one in the county. The moment they’re offered those miniatures for sale, they’re to report it to him or they’ll suffer the consequences.’

  ‘But the elephants may already have left Norfolk.’

  ‘True, but I think it unlikely.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Whoever stole them knew where to find them,’ Ralph explained. ‘Nothing else was stolen from the lord Richard’s strong room even though it was full of other treasures. Hermer the Steward was overpowered by someone who thus had possession of his keys. Had the thief simply wanted booty, he could have opened every chest in the strong room, but he didn’t. Do you follow my thinking here?’

  ‘Yes, my lord. You believe it to be someone who knew his way around the lord Richard’s manor house. Someone from the locality.’

  ‘And someone with a particular reason for wanting those gold elephants.’

  ‘That’s why the name of the lord Mauger had to be considered,’ said Coureton. ‘When they were taken from the abbey, they were destined to be a wedding gift to the lady whose hand he’s been seeking in marriage himself.’

  Ralph explained the situation in detail. The anchorite listened intently throughout, interrupting only to clarify a point or to challenge an assumption. He was impressed by the way that the commissioners had thrown themselves wholeheartedly into the pursuit of a thief who was, in all probability, also a killer. After spending so long alone on the marshes, it took him some time to adjust to the workings of the world he had renounced so completely, but memories gradually surged back. He was able to furnish them with new information about the long feud that existed between Richard de Fontenel and Mauger Livarot, but it was his comment on the lady over whom the two men fought that was most illuminating.

  ‘How closely have you questioned the lady Adelaide?’ he asked.

  ‘We haven’t spoken to her at all,’ said Ralph.

  ‘You should, my lord.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘There’s an odd coincidence here that you couldn’t be expected to see. But I’m more familiar with the people involved.’

  ‘Go on.’

  ‘I’ve no wish to malign the lady Adelaide,’ said Vavasour with emphasis. ‘She’s a good Christian with a charitable disposition and was a loyal wife to her late husband. But there’s an aspect of her character that’s a little less admirable. The lady Adelaide is fond of manipulating people for her own advantage.’

  ‘Yes,’ said Ralph, nodding in agreement. ‘We’ve observed the way in which she’s keeping both suitors at arm’s length and playing them off against each other.’

  ‘It began with Geoffrey Molyneux, my lord. The lady Adelaide loved him dearly, I’ve no doubt, but that didn’t stop her from exploiting him. He doted on her. Since you’ve met her, I’m sure that you can understand why.’

  ‘Oh, yes!’ said Coureton. ‘Any husband would dote on her.’

  ‘The lord Geoffrey showered her with gifts. Her passion was for jewellery and he would travel hundreds of miles just to buy a particular necklace or brooch for her. Gold is the lady Adelaide’s weakness,’ continued Vavasour, looking down at the two carvings in his hand. ‘The lord Richard understood that only too well. He acquired those gold elephants because he knew they might be the one gift that would ensnare her.’

  ‘Not if she realised that they were stolen property, surely?’

  The anchorite hesitated. ‘I can’t answer for that.’

  ‘You think that she would accept them in those circumstances?’ pressed Ralph.

  ‘All I can say is that she loves gold more than anything else in the world. And that, alas, even includes her children. Did you know that they’re being brought up in her parents’ household?’

  ‘No. She never mentioned the children to me.’

  ‘The lady Adelaide likes to see them if and when she wishes.’

  ‘Would you call her an uncaring mother, then?’

  ‘No, my lord. She seemed affectionate towards them on the few occasions I saw them all together. But she chooses not to have them living under her own roof. I find that a peculiar decision, especially now that she’s a widow. It comes back to what I said earlier.’ Vavasour added. ‘The lady Adelaide likes to exert control over people.’

  ‘Over men,’ said Ralph, bluntly.

  ‘It’s more difficult to do that with children plucking at the hem of your gown.’

  ‘All this is very interesting. I spoke to the lady at length myself and saw none of these defects. But as it happens, my wife went to visit her this morning. I dare say she’ll have discerned things about the lady Adelaide that are less flattering.’

  ‘There’s one last thing, my lord.’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘You mentioned a man called Starculf.’

  ‘The lord sheriff is searching for him high and low.’

  ‘What did he tell you about the fellow?’

  ‘That he once served the lord Richard and was expelled from his estates.’

  ‘Do you know how Starculf came into his service in the first place?’

  ‘As a falconer.’

  ‘But who recommended him?’

  ‘I’ve no idea.’

  ‘The lady Adelaide,’ said the anchorite, softly. ‘That was the odd coincidence I referred to earlier. Starculf learned his skills on her estates. When her husband died, she offered the man to the lord Richard. It may just be that she had no need of a young falconer although, of course, he was soon promoted to a higher position.’

  ‘On the other hand,’ concluded Ralph, ‘she might have recommended the fellow to Richard de Fontenel for a purpose. To act as her intelligencer.’

  ‘Perhaps that’s why Starculf and Hermer fell out,’ suggested Coureton. ‘The steward realised that his assistant’s loyalties lay elsewhere.’

  ‘I don’t know about that, Eustace. What is obvious is that the lady Adelaide will bear closer examination. I’m keen to hear what Golde found out about her.’

  ‘Not as much as we’ve just done.’

  ‘No,’ said Ralph, turning to Vavasour. ‘Thank you, my friend. Our journey has been more than worthwhile. You’ve taught us what an elephant looks like and given us valuable insights about some of the people with whom we’re dealing.’ He gazed across the marshes to the rolling waves of the sea. ‘I never thought we’d harvest so much in this wilderness of yours.’

  The anchorite smiled. ‘It’s no wilderness, my lord.’

  ‘But you’re completely alone.’

  ‘I have the birds, I have my Bible and I have God. That’s company enough for any man.’ He held up his carvings. ‘I have these as well.’

  ‘We won’t disturb you any longer,’ said Coureton.

  ‘I’m very grateful that you came.’

  ‘We felt that you deserved to know what happened to your generous gift to the abbey. Having met you, we can see why you venerate those gold elephants.’

  ‘And now,’ said Ralph, ‘we’ll get on with the task of finding them.’

  ‘Wait, my lord,’ said the anchorite, holding up a hand.

  Jocelyn Vavasour was torn between the past and the present, reflecting on the person he once was and the strength he drew from the new life he had chosen to lead. He wrestled with his conscience for some time, searching the heavens for counsel. They could see the anguish in his face and the tension in his body. With great reluctance, he eventually came to a decision. He straightened his shoulders. After taking a nostalgic look around the marshes, he walked swiftly back to his hut.

  ‘Give me a few moments,’ he said. ‘I’m coming with you.’

  Drogo the Steward was not entirely without compassion. When he recovered from the shock of finding Clamahoc in the middle of th
e copse, he carried the man back to his horse and led it slowly homeward, wondering what he might say to his master and speculating on how it would be received. The message was as vivid as the blood on the servant’s back. Clamahoc had been unmasked as a spy. Retribution had been severe. Richard de Fontenel had ensured that he would never tell tales of any kind again. When they reached the manor house, Drogo took his passenger around to the stables and propped him against some sheaves of hay. After reviving the wounded man with a cup of water, he washed away the blood from around his mouth. When he tried to clean the raw wounds on his back, however, he sent Clamahoc into convulsions. The howls of pain were heard by Mauger Livarot as he returned on horseback from his visit.

  Leaping down from the saddle, he came to the stables to investigate. ‘Who’s this?’ he demanded, looking down at the tortured figure.

  ‘Clamahoc, my lord,’ said his steward.

  ‘Your man in the lord Richard’s household?’

  ‘I fear that he’s been discovered.’

  ‘How?’

  ‘I’m not quite sure, my lord.’

  ‘Well, ask him!’ ordered Livarot.

  ‘He can’t tell us,’ said the steward. ‘His tongue was cut out.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘This is how I found him at the place where we arranged to meet. The truth was beaten out of him before he was silenced for ever. Look at the marks on his back, my lord. It’s a wonder that the poor fellow’s still alive.’

  ‘Why did you bring him here?’

  ‘He was our man, my lord.’

  ‘Your man, Drogo,’ corrected the other harshly. ‘He was never mine. And in that state, he’s no use to either of us.’

  ‘That’s not his fault.’

  ‘Of course it is. He was found out.’

  ‘Only after he’d given us good service.’

  ‘Horses and dogs give me good service,’ said Livarot with callous indifference, ‘but when they grow old or lame, I nevertheless have them put down at the earliest opportunity. I don’t carry burdens.’

  ‘Clamahoc is not exactly a burden.’

  ‘What else is he?’

  ‘Proof of the lord Richard’s brutality.’

  Livarot snorted. ‘As if we needed another example of that!’