The Fire In The Flint (Margaret Kerr Mysteries 2)

by Candace Robb

  She had told her father and James what she’d learned from Roger about Old Will’s work for the English, his murder, Mary Brewster and Belle.

  ‘Well, at least that crime is solved, God curse him,’ said Malcolm. ‘We must annul your marriage. Searching for items to use against me – he’s not for you, Maggie.’

  ‘We have neither the influence nor the wealth to annul a marriage, Da,’ said Margaret. ‘Now give me some peace.’

  James courteously lagged behind, but she guessed he’d heard and she did not want to know his reaction.

  ‘Your mother will recover as she ever has done,’ Malcolm went on, ‘and then I’ll return to take her to Bruges. But what will you do, Maggie?’

  ‘I don’t know, Pa, except that I mean to keep my pledge to work for the return of King John.’

  ‘If he cares to return.’ Malcolm had paused and looked Margaret in the eyes. ‘The Bruce is here, fighting with his men. Balliol is far away.’

  ‘He has been exiled, Pa.’

  Although he did not look convinced, Malcolm had nodded. ‘Perhaps he’d be here if he could, I’ll grant you that possibility.’ He’d put a small pouch in her hands. ‘You’re a brave woman, Maggie. And perhaps Roger is a fool to back a Bruce – that family has always played with the devil.’

  James had overtaken them and disappeared inside.

  Margaret opened the pouch now, as she walked towards the guest house. Sterlings. Enough perhaps to buy the annulment herself. Her stomach fluttered and she went cold. The prospect terrified her. With every step she moved further away from the rules by which she’d lived her life and into a future in which she depended on herself to survive. But there was no going back. The flint had been struck and the flame burned within her. She had a purpose, and what she did from now on would matter to her people though they would never know her part. There would come a time, she prayed that it would be in her lifetime, when the streets and the riverfront of Perth were bustling with commerce, and a trip down the Tay could be taken openly and without worry. A time when her brother Andrew was free. That would be more satisfying than making do with a heartbroken marriage.

  James was glad when Celia took her mistress in hand at Ada’s, preparing a hot bath, dosing her with some herbs to help her rest. Margaret had been so distracted on the journey back to the town he suspected that she had confronted Roger. Or perhaps she did not believe he would survive. In either case, she needed comforting. He’d been tempted to take her in his arms and assure her that all would be well, but he’d caught himself before making such an empty gesture. All would almost certainly not be well. It was not the way of things.

  As he returned to Margaret’s house to make plans with Fergus, James wondered what she would choose to do now, what use she would make of the sterlings he felt quite sure weighted that pouch. She had such fierce loyalties, and there was such anger in her that he did not imagine for a moment she would stop here. Wallace and Murray were crowding the English, and a great battle was brewing, he could feel it. In the meantime he did not lack for tasks for Margaret. He felt guilty for using her, and a little apprehensive. She was no one’s but her own, and would therefore remain unpredictable unless he could find a way to understand her heart. If she had not been a married woman he might have wed her to keep her loyal to him. But that had not worked for Roger. He must befriend her, become necessary to her. He must think how.

  EPILOGUE

  A drizzle began as Margaret and Fergus left Sunday Mass. Despite the weather they walked slowly. He carried a small pack and kept Mungo by him with a cord attached to a collar he’d fashioned from a belt – the dog had worried it at first, but once he’d understood that he was to walk beside his master he seemed calm enough. He’d slept at Fergus’s feet in the kirk.

  They were headed to the north gate, where Fergus would meet his companion for the journey. James was bringing him. Margaret worked to hide her agitation from her brother. He was going so far away that she feared she would not see him again. Her only consolation was his joy in finally embarking on an adventure.

  ‘Ada is teaching me more words,’ she said as they drew near the gate. ‘You might find someone coming this way who could carry a letter. Would you write to me?’

  ‘I’ll be busy, Maggie,’ said Fergus. ‘I cannot promise.’

  ‘I know,’ she said.

  They had reached the gate. Still treated with special courtesy by the English guard, Margaret was free to walk out through the gate with Fergus.

  ‘I’ll not come far,’ she said. ‘I would just like to see your companion, so I can imagine the three of you.’ She leaned over to pet Mungo.

  Fergus sighed, and when Margaret rose he caught her in a strong embrace.

  ‘I’ll write, Maggie, and you do, too.’

  She felt how stiffly he held himself and understood that he, too, worked to hide his agitation.

  ‘I will, Fergus. Be happy in your work with Uncle Thomas. I’ll pray for you every day.’

  And then James was there, in his own garb, greeting Mungo with a pat.

  A compact, homely young man accompanied him. He eyed Fergus up and down and nodded. ‘You look untried. Good. And the dog is good.’ He bobbed his head at Fergus and Margaret. ‘I am Duncan,’ he said. ‘We’ll be journeying together.’ He, too, crouched to greet Mungo, who sniffed him and seemed to approve.

  Margaret stepped back and watched as Fergus introduced himself and fell into conversation with his travelling companion. James joined her.

  ‘It’s a good match, I think,’ he said. ‘Duncan knows the way, and he’s silent and fast with a dagger.’

  Margaret took a deep breath. ‘We should go back. I only embarrass him.’

  James took her hand and squeezed it once. ‘And they must depart.’

  She dared not reach down once more to Mungo. ‘Godspeed, both of you,’ she said with false cheer. She raised her hand in farewell and then turned back towards Perth.

  ‘The guard is watching,’ said James. He reached for Margaret’s hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm.

  She blushed and began to pull away.

  ‘For his benefit, Margaret, we must look like old friends well met after a long separation. Smile up at me now.’

  ‘Let us rather talk in earnest about the crops on your property,’ Margaret said, keeping her eyes well away from his. She was grateful to him on Fergus’s behalf and glad to have his company to distract her from this difficult parting, but she meant to be James’s equal, and that meant creating her own comfortable disguise and guarding her heart.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  An ocean of ink has been spent justifying war, arguing its morality and necessity, and almost as much has been used in seeking financing for what is always an expensive endeavour.

  In the 1290s King Edward I of England was stretched thin by war with Wales, France and Scotland. He built formidable castles in Wales, sailed the Channel to defend his ducal fiefdom of Gascony, crossed the northern borders into Scotland, and even sailed to the Low Countries to protect his welcome in their ports, necessary to moving troops into France from the north. This was expensive. ‘The total amount of money in circulation [in England] … was probably about one million pounds.’ [Prestwich 401] The ‘total cost to Edward of the wars between 1294 and his return from Flanders in 1298 was in the region of £750,000’. [Prestwich 400] By the summer of 1297 his money had run out and neither his creditors nor his subjects were inclined to replenish his coffers. He had taxed the laity and the clergy yearly and set high duties on wool exports. He had brought his Italian bankers to ruin.

  As if the situation weren’t gloomy enough, Edward’s mints were losing business because merchants were taking their silver to continental, rather than to English mints [Mayhew 1992]. The pound of silver was stretched to make more coins in Europe. England historically prohibited the widespread use of foreign coins in the country. But with the government distracted by wars on so many fronts, foreign coins were in circulation
. ‘In the late 1290s crockards and pollards, silver coins very like those struck in England, were struck in huge quantities in the Low Countries where the activity of the mints was in stark contrast to the lack of work in England. The very debasement which made these coins so unpopular in England, permitted the mints of Flanders, Hainault and Brabant to offer the bullion holder a much higher bullion price than the English mints, attracting silver which might otherwise have been brought to London and Canterbury.’ [Mayhew 1992, pp. 137–8] The wonder of it is that Edward resisted following the lead of France and the Low Countries in debasing the currency struck in his royal mints. The economy was the better for it at the end of the century.

  But for now Edward had little to show for his expenditures. King Philip IV of France had duped Edward into an agreement in which he gave up what little he had won in France. The Welsh were still periodically rising up in rebellion. And then King John Balliol of Scotland made an alliance with King Philip IV – it was this alliance with France that spurred Edward I to invade Scotland and dethrone Balliol.

  In 1297 some of Edward’s most powerful barons refused his summons for yet another campaign in Gascony. The two most prominent members of the resistance were the earls of Norfolk and Hereford, the hereditary marshal of England and the constable of England respectively, who had been passed over for the plum positions of leadership in Edward’s wars.

  As if all this weren’t enough to make Edward testy, trouble was brewing in the Low Countries, instigated by Philip of France. That is why Edward had entrusted Scotland to his administrators in the course of The Fire in the Flint and sailed to Flanders. Only he arrived too late, and meanwhile in Scotland … But that story forms the next chapter in Margaret’s life.

  Research into the coinage issue uncovered some interesting facts. For example, gold coins were not minted in England until the fourteenth century, when prices rose high enough that silver coins were impractical for some transactions. Also, coins were required to be a certain weight and certain fineness (content), so frequently the total weight of coins rather than the number was specified in transactions. Clipping coins and normal wear with use led to their debasement, and eventually required recoinage, when the people who held the money were ordered to return certain coins to the government and were reissued new coins – with a percentage skimmed off the original value kept for the government. Edward proceeds to do this in the late 1290s.

  But back to Scotland. If you have been to Perth lately, a lovely river town easily walkable in an afternoon, you might be surprised to know that it was far larger and more economically significant than Edinburgh in the late thirteenth century. The River Tay linked Perth to its trading partners across the North Sea. Indeed, Perth was quite a cosmopolitan city. Excavations have revealed wares from all over Europe. It was also just downriver from Scone, the ancient seat of the realm of Scotland, and surrounded by a fertile valley. Sudden thaws in the highlands have caused flooding in the area over the centuries, and this phenomenon has preserved layers of the past beneath the modern town. Fortunately for those curious about the history of this historic burgh, modern-day developers cooperate with the Scottish Urban Archaeological Trust allowing digs that have materially added to our knowledge of the town’s past.

  FURTHER READING

  Elizabeth Ewan, Townlife in Fourteenth-Century Scotland (Edinburgh University Press 1990)

  N. J. Mayhew, ‘Crockards and Pollards: Imitation and the Problem of Fineness in a Silver Coinage’ in Edwardian Monetary Affairs, 1279–1344, N. J. Mayhew, ed., British Archaeological Reports 36, 1977, pp. 125–146

  ‘From Regional to Central Minting 1158–1464’ in A New History of the Royal Mint, ed. C.E. Challis (Cambridge University Press 1992)

  Perthshire Society of Natural Science, Pitmiddle Village & Elcho Nunnery: Research and Excavation on Tayside, undated.

  Michael Prestwich, Edward I, Yale English Monarchs (Yale University Press 1997, pp. 376–435)

  Scottish Urban Archaeological Trust Ltd, Perth: The Archaeology of the Medieval Town (SUAT 1984)

  Peter Spufford, Money And Its Use In Medieval Europe (Cambridge University Press 1988)

  An expanded list for the Margaret Kerr and Owen Archer mysteries is available on my website: www.candacerobb.com