by Mel Starr
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By the same author:
(in sequence)
The Unquiet Bones
A Corpse at St Andrew’s Chapel
A Trail of Ink
For Tony and Lis Page
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
By the Same Author
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Glossary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Afterword
Preview
Acknowledgments
In the summer of 1990 my wife Susan and I discovered a lovely B&B in the village of Mavesyn Ridware. The proprietors, Tony and Lis Page, became friends. We visited them again in 2001, after they had moved to Bampton. I saw that the village would be an ideal setting for the tales I wished to write. Tony and Lis have been a wonderful resource for the history of Bampton. I owe them much.
When Dan Runyon, Professor of English at Spring Arbor University, learned that I was writing The Unquiet Bones, Master Hugh’s first chronicle, he invited me to speak to a fiction-writing class about the trials of a rookie writer. Dan sent some chapters to his friend, Tony Collins. Thanks, Dan.
And thanks to Tony Collins and the fine people at Monarch for their willingness to publish an untried author. Thanks also to my editor, Jan Greenough, who keeps the plot moving when I would digress.
Thanks also to Professor John Blair, of Queen’s College, who has written several papers about the history of Bampton. Master Hugh’s tales are fiction, but as far as possible the Bampton he lived in is accurate to the time and place.
Malgorzata Deron, a linguistics scholar from Poznan, Poland, has graciously volunteered to maintain my website. This is much appreciated from one who is digitally challenged. See her work at www.melstarr.net
Glossary
Alaunt: A large hunting dog.
Almoner: The monk responsible for a monastery’s charity, he tended the deserving poor of the neighborhood.
Angelus Bell: Rung three times each day, dawn, noon, and dusk. Announced the time for the Angelus devotional.
Ascension Day: May 14 in 1366, forty days after Easter.
Bailiff: A lord’s chief manorial representative. He oversaw all operations, collected rents and fines, and enforced labor service. Not a popular fellow.
Beadle: A manor officer in charge of fences, hedges, enclosures, and curfew. Also called a hayward.
Capon: A castrated male chicken.
Cataract couching: Excising the clouded lens from a patient’s eye.
Chardedate: A confection made of dates, honey, and ginger.
Childwite: A fine for having a child out of wedlock.
Coney in cevy: A rabbit stew made with wine and a variety of spices.
Coppice: To cut a tree back to a stump to stimulate the growth of new shoots.
Corpus Christi: June 4, 1366. Celebrated on the first Thursday after Trinity Sunday, to give thanks for Holy Communion.
Cotter: A poor villager, usually holding five acres or less, he often had to labor for wealthy villagers to make ends meet.
Cow-ley: Pasture or meadow.
Cresset: A bowl of oil with a floating wick used for lighting.
Daub: A clay-and-plaster mix, reinforced with straw and/or horsehair.
Demesne: Land directly exploited by a lord, and worked by his villeins, as opposed to land a lord might rent to tenants.
Deodand: Any object which caused a death. The item was sold and the price awarded to the king.
Dexter: A war-horse, larger than pack-horses and palfreys. Also the right-hand direction.
Dorter: A monastery dormitory.
Dredge: Mixed grains planted together in a field, often barley and oats.
Farthing: A small coin worth one fourth of a penny.
Gentleman: A nobleman. The term had nothing to do with character or behavior.
Gersom: A fee paid to a noble to acquire or inherit land.
God’s sib: Woman who attended another woman while she was in labor, from which comes the word “gossip.”
Groat: A silver coin worth four pence.
Groom: A household servant to a lord, ranking above a page and below a valet.
Haberdasher: A merchant who sold household items such as pins, buckles, buttons, hats, and purses.
Hallmote: The manorial court. Royal courts judged free tenants accused of murder or felony; otherwise manor courts had jurisdiction over legal matters concerning villagers.
Hamsoken: Breaking and entering.
Heriot: An inheritance tax paid by an heir to a lord, usually the deceased’s best animal.
Hocktide: The Sunday after Easter. A time for paying rents and taxes; therefore, getting “out of hock.”
Host: Communion wafers.
Hue and cry: An alarm call raised by the person who discovered a crime. All who heard were expected to go to the scene of the crime and, if possible, pursue the criminal.
King’s Eyre: A royal circuit court, presided over by a traveling judge.
Ladywell: A well dedicated to the Virgin Mary, located a short distance north of Bampton Castle, the water of which was reputed to cure ills, especially of the eye.
Lammas Day: August 1, when thanks was given for a successful wheat harvest. From Old English “loaf mass.”
Laudable pus: Thick white pus from a wound, which was assumed to mean healing was progressing, as opposed to watery pus, which was assumed to be dangerous.
Lauds: The first canonical hour of the day, celebrated at dawn.
Leirwite: A fine for sexual relations out of wedlock.
Let lardes: A type of custard
made with eggs, milk, bacon fat, and parsley.
Lombard stew: A pork stew with wine, onions, almonds, and spices.
Lombardy custard: A custard made with the addition of dried fruit.
Lych gate: A roofed gate over the entry to a churchyard under which the deceased rested during the initial part of a funeral.
Marshalsea: The stables and associated accoutrements.
Maslin: Bread made with a mixture of grains, commonly wheat and rye or barley.
Merlon: The solid upper portion of a wall between the open crenels of a battlement.
Mews: Stables, usually with living quarters, built around a courtyard.
Mortrews: A stew made with pork, ground or chopped fine, thickened with breadcrumbs, egg yolks, and spices.
New Year: By the fourteenth century, usually January 1, but the traditional earlier date of March 25 was also often used.
Noble: A gold coin worth six shillings and eight pence.
Nones: The fifth daytime canonical hour, sung at the ninth hour of the day, mid-afternoon.
Palfrey: A riding-horse with a comfortable gait.
Poitiers: A city in France which was the scene of the English victory over and capture of King John II of France (September 1356).
Pottage: Anything cooked in one pot, from the meanest oatmeal to a savory stew.
Refectory: A monastery dining-room.
Rogation Sunday: The Sunday before Ascension Day. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were Rogation Days, also called “gang days.” A time of beseeching God for a good growing season.
St Botolf’s Day: June 17.
St George’s Day: April 23. In 1366, a Thursday.
St Nicholas’s Day: December 6.
Shilling: Twelve pence. Twenty shillings made a pound, but there was no one pound coin.
Solar: A small room in a castle, more easily heated than the great hall, where lords preferred to spend time, especially in winter. Usually on an upper floor.
Stone: Fourteen pounds.
Subtlety: An elaborate confection made more for show than for consumption.
Suffusio: The milky, opaque matter obscuring the vision of a cataract sufferer.
Terce: The third canonical hour, celebrated at the third hour of the day, mid-morning.
Toft: Land surrounding a house, often used for growing vegetables and keeping chickens.
Tor: A high, conical hill.
Trinity Sunday: One week after Whitsunday, May 31 in 1366.
Verderer: The forester in charge of a lord’s forests.
Vigils: The night office, traditionally celebrated at midnight.
Villein: A non-free peasant. He could not leave his land or service to his lord, or sell animals without permission. But if he could escape his manor for a year and a day he would be free.
Wattle: Interlaced sticks used as a foundation and support for daub in building a wall.
Week-work: The two or three days of labor per week (more during harvest) which a villein owed to his lord.
Wether: A male sheep castrated before maturity.
Whitsunday: White Sunday; ten days after Ascension Day, seven weeks after Easter. In 1366, May 24.
Yardland: About thirty acres. Also called a virgate, and in northern England called an oxgang.
Chapter 1
A fortnight after Hocktide, in the new year 1366, shouting and pounding upon the door of Galen House drew me from the maslin loaf with which I was breaking my fast. The sun was just beginning to illuminate the spire of the Church of St Beornwald. It was Hubert Shillside who bruised his knuckles against my door. He was about to set out for the castle and desired I should accompany him. The hue and cry was raised and he, as town coroner, and I as bailiff of Bampton Manor, were called to our duties. Thomas atte Bridge had been found this morn hanging from the limb of an oak at Cow-Leys Corner.
Word of such a death passes through a village swiftly. A dozen men and a few women stood at Cow-Leys Corner when Shillside and I approached. Roads to Clanfield and Alvescot here diverge; the road to Clanfield passes through a meadow, where Lord Gilbert’s cattle watched serenely as men gathered before them. To the north of the corner, and along the road to Alvescot and Black Bourton, is forest. From a tree of this wood the corpse of Thomas atte Bridge hung by the neck, his body but a few paces from the road. Shillside and I crossed ourselves as we approached.
Most who gazed upon the dead man did so silently, but not his wife. Maud knelt before her husband’s body, her arms wrapped about his knees. She wailed incomprehensibly, as well she might.
Atte Bridge’s corpse was suspended there by a coarse hempen cord twisted about the small oak’s limb and his neck. After winding about the limb the cord was fastened about the trunk at waist height. The limb was not high above my head. If I stretched a hand above me I could nearly touch it. The man’s feet dangled from his wife’s embrace little more than two hand-breadths above the ground, and near the corpse lay an overturned stool.
“Who found him?” I asked the crowd. Ralph the herder stepped forward.
“Was on me way to see to the cattle. They been turned out to grass but a short time now, an’ can swell up, like. Near walked into ’im, dark as it was, an’ him hangin’ so close to the road.”
Hubert Shillside wandered about the place, then approached me and whispered, “Suicide, I think.”
Spirits are known to frequent Cow-Leys Corner. Many folk will not walk the road there after dark, and those who do sometimes see apparitions. This is to be expected, for any who take their own life are buried there. They cannot be interred in the churchyard, in hallowed ground. Their ghosts rest uneasy, and are said to vex travelers who pass the place at night.
“Knew he’d be buried here,” Shillside continued, “an’ thought to spare poor Maud greater trouble.”
That Thomas atte Bridge might wish to cause little trouble for his wife did not seem likely, given my experience of the man. He had twice attacked me in nocturnal churchyards, leaving lumps upon my skull. But I made no reply. It is not good to speak ill of the dead, even this dead man.
Kate had heard Shillside’s announcement at Galen House and followed us to Cow-Leys Corner. She looked from the corpse to Maud to me, then spoke softly: “You are troubled, Hugh.”
This was a statement, not a question. We had been wed but three months, but Kate is observant and knows me well.
“I will call a coroner’s jury here,” Shillside announced. “We can cut the fellow down and see him buried straight away.”
“You must seek Father Thomas or one of the other vicars,” I reminded him. “Thomas was a tenant of the Bishop of Exeter, not of Lord Gilbert. They may wish otherwise.”
Shillside set off for the town while two men lifted Maud from her knees and led her sobbing in the coroner’s track.
“Wait,” I said abruptly. All turned to see what caused my command. “The stool which lies at your husband’s feet,” I asked the grieving widow, “is it yours?”
Maud ceased her wailing long enough to whisper, “Aye.”
Another onlooker righted the stool and prepared to climb to the limb with a knife, when I bid him halt. He had thought to cut the corpse down. Kate spoke true, the circumstances of this death troubled me, although I readily admit that when I first recognized the dead man I felt no sorrow.
I saw a man hanged once, in Paris, when I studied surgery there. He dangled, kicking the sheriff’s dance and growing purple in the face until the constables relented and allowed his friends to approach and pull upon his legs until his torment ended. Thomas atte Bridge’s face was swollen and purple, and he had soiled himself as death approached. His countenance in death duplicated the unfortunate cut-purse in Paris. It seemed as Hubert Shillside suggested: atte Bridge brought rope and stool to Cow-Leys Corner, threw the hemp about the limb and tied it to the tree and then to his neck, then kicked aside the stool he’d stood upon to fix cord to limb. All who stood peering at me and the corpse surely thought the same.
I cir
cled the dangling corpse. The hands hung limp and were cold to the touch. A man about to die on the gallows will be securely bound, but not so a man who takes his own life. I inspected atte Bridge’s hands and pushed up the frayed sleeves of his cotehardie to see his wrists.