by Alys Clare
‘Why did you flee from New Winnowlands?’ Josse was not ready to comment on what John Damianos had just said.
‘Your serving woman, Ella, is Pandora reborn,’ John replied. ‘Her curiosity about the man in the outbuilding got the better of her, and once she told you that I wasn’t there and you concluded I was in the habit of going out at night – why else would I need to sleep all day? – then I could not stay.’
It was just as Josse had thought. He nodded.
‘I saw the woman approach the outbuilding,’ John said thoughtfully. ‘I am sorry I scared her.’
‘She thought you were some sort of night spirit,’ Josse said.
John laughed. ‘I have been many things, but not that. Yet,’ he added.
‘Where did you go? What did you have to do every night?’
John looked at him. ‘I can’t tell you. I hope I shall be able to, but for now it is too dangerous. What you don’t know, Sir Josse, you can’t tell.’
‘I would not betray you,’ he protested.
‘You might,’ John said. He must have seen Josse’s reaction. ‘I am sorry. I mean no offence.’
‘Those who murdered the Turk are both dead,’ Josse said.
‘Yes, I know.’
‘Did you kill them?’
John turned to stare at Josse and his grey-blue eyes were clear and honest. ‘No.’
‘One was killed with a longbow. I think the shot was fired by one of Touros’s companions and that it was in revenge for his death.’
John nodded. ‘That is very likely. The men who travelled with Touros are called William and Tancred. They are Franks from Outremer. They are in the employ of a ruthless and wealthy man who wants me dead. Touros was their best weapon. They will sorely miss his prowess.’
‘They made a shrine to him,’ Josse said. ‘They did not have his body – he was buried at Hawkenlye – but they made a special place on the edge of the forest and stuck his broken bow in the ground.’
John shrugged. ‘Well, perhaps there was some sentiment there after all and Touros was more to them than a useful servant.’
‘They killed a man they believed was you,’ Josse said softly.
‘The Hospitaller? Yes, I suspected it, and I am sorry. They must have thought Thibault had found me at Gerome’s house and was taking me to Clerkenwell.’
‘They murdered the Hospitaller in his bed and then set fire to the place.’ Josse was not sure whether or not this would be news to John Damianos; he seemed to be remarkably well informed.
‘They have their orders and they will not rest until those orders are carried out. They are commanded to hunt me down and kill me. They believed that poor, innocent monk was me and they do not waste time asking questions.’
‘Do you think they have discovered their mistake? Are you still in danger from them?’
‘I wish it were not so, but the answer to both of your questions is yes.’
‘How do you know?’ Josse demanded.
John hesitated. Then he said, ‘Again, I am sorry, Sir Josse, but you will just have take my word for it. I can’t tell you.’
Josse had had enough. With the Abbess’s and Gerome’s help, so many of the pieces of the puzzle had been fitted together. But he knew they had not reached the core of it. Thibault knew much that he was not telling them; so did Gerome; and now here was John Damianos, who seemed to be at the heart of it all, calmly saying, I can’t tell you.
‘You have led me quite a dance,’ he said coolly. ‘I believed you to be a Saracen travelling in the company of the Knight Hospitaller sought by Thibault. I thought he was this runaway English monk who had been at the meeting in the desert, and that you – the Saracen – were Fadil, the prisoner who was being exchanged. Now I find that you are the English monk known as Brother Ralf.’
‘You called me that earlier,’ John observed. ‘Did Gerome tell you the name?’
‘Aye. That was one of the few things he did tell me. Where’s Fadil? He’s here, isn’t he? You’ve brought your prisoner all the way to England and you—’
‘I last saw my prisoner, as you call him, in Constantinople,’ John interrupted. ‘Fadil wasn’t my choice of a travelling companion and I was very glad to see the last of him.’
‘Why did you let him go? You should have taken him back to Margat or Crac des Chevaliers!’
‘I should indeed. But something strange happened out there in the desert. I had a sort of vision of what he would be going back to if we returned him to his master. I couldn’t be responsible for forcing him back into that life, Sir Josse, so I took him to where he wished to go and then said goodbye.’
Josse was shaking his head. ‘This is all too deep for me. You were being hunted by three separate groups, one of which we may discount because both Kathnir and Akhbir are dead; another of which is out of action while Thibault of Margat and Brother Otto lie in the infirmary at Hawkenlye recovering from their burns. Only one of these groups therefore remains, and yet you—’
‘And yet I continue to be evasive and secretive and I refuse to satisfy your curiosity by telling you everything?’ John’s voice was bitterly angry. ‘Sir Josse, one group out of three may not sound much to you and, indeed, those who would have made me suffer torment before they killed me are in their graves. But do not dismiss these Frankish mercenaries. Their purpose in searching for me so doggedly and relentlessly is what I dread the most, for—’ He stopped. He watched Josse intently for a moment and then, as if he read Josse’s honesty and something in him yearned to confide, he gave in. ‘They are the most dangerous of my enemies, Sir Josse, because it is not only I whom they seek. There is another quarry; and if by so doing I could guarantee her life, I would willingly die.’
Seventeen
Helewise persuaded her unexpected visitor to sleep in her own private room. She offered to fetch bedding but the young woman refused. ‘I am used to sleeping on hard ground and my cloak and blanket are adequate, thank you.’
‘You may lock yourself in,’ Helewise suggested, and the young woman looked relieved. ‘I shall return first thing in the morning. I am in no doubt that you need my help and I am prepared to give it to you, if you in turn are prepared to explain yourself to me.’ The woman had made no reply. ‘Think it over,’ Helewise advised. ‘Sleep well.’
Then she closed the door. As she walked away she heard the key turn in the lock.
She returned shortly before prime. She had collected food and drink from the refectory and now she tapped softly on the door. ‘Hello? Are you awake?’
The door opened a crack and the young woman’s face appeared. Seeing Helewise, she looked relieved. As she saw what Helewise was carrying, relief turned to wide-eyed appreciation.
‘That is a welcome sight, my lady Abbess,’ she said politely. She was wrapping the enveloping cloak around her as she spoke and Helewise caught a glimpse of the tunic and thick woollen hose she was wearing beneath. ‘I am ravenous.’
She seemed to be waiting for permission, so Helewise said simply, ‘Eat.’
Despite her very evident hunger, the young woman folded her hands, closed her eyes and muttered a short prayer before falling on the bread and dried meat. Well-brought up, Helewise observed, despite the fact that she has been masquerading as a man. No doubt she has her reasons . . .
‘I must go,’ she said. It was time for the office. ‘I will be back soon.’
The young woman hastily chewed what seemed to be a huge mouthful, managed to swallow it down and then, getting to her feet, bowed and said, ‘I shall be here.’ Then, looking up and meeting Helewise’s eyes, she added, ‘I am ready, my lady.’
Hoping very much the woman meant she was prepared to tell her story, Helewise nodded and hurried away.
She returned immediately after prime. The young woman must have been listening out for her because the door opened as Helewise approached. She entered, sat in her chair and said, ‘I am listening.’
The young woman settled on the stool, the wide skirts of h
er cloak pooling gracefully on the stone floor around her. She had braided her long hair and arranged it neatly. She must also have used some of the water provided to wash her hands and face, for she looked almost presentable. As soon as this is over and I have heard what she has to tell me, Helewise thought, compassion stirring, I shall offer her a bath.
‘I was born in Antioch,’ the young woman began, ‘and until recently spent all my life in that sunny land. My childhood was idyllic, for my family did not lack means and my mother ensured that I spent time each day on my formal education and also on many other lessons. I learned to ride as well as any boy and I was instructed by masters in their craft in such skills as flying a falcon and playing chess. But it all changed when childhood came to an end. As I matured, I came to realize that I was a rich heiress and that my parents, having no son, were anxious to wed me advantageously.’
‘Were you an only child?’ Helewise asked.
‘No. I have a younger sister’ – Helewise detected by the tone of voice that there was no great affection between the sisters – ‘but she was not as marriageable as I, for she was an awkward child and she has grown into an introspective woman who makes little of her looks and has a spiteful and self-seeking nature. My parents soon abandoned their attempts to encourage her, for they had me,’ she went on bitterly, ‘and already my mother had singled out the man whom she wanted me to marry.’
‘You did not care for him?’
‘No, my lady Abbess, I did not care for him at all. Let me describe him to you. I was first presented to him in the summer preceding my sixteenth birthday. He was a man a little past his prime. He was a native Armenian prince of Edessa; extremely rich, extremely powerful; and an alliance between his family and mine would have been highly advantageous to my father.’
‘I did not realize there were such marriages between the Christians and the local nobility.’
‘Indeed so, my lady. Moreover, this prince – his name is Leo Rubenid Anavarza – is Christian and many such as he take wives from the ranks of the Frankish settlers. For some, the main attraction is the money,’ she added. ‘There are many among the local nobility, as you call them, who try to survive and maintain their dignity and their position on a title alone. I speak as one who knows,’ she added, ‘for before my mother enticed Leo Rubenid into her web, many such men were paraded in front of me.’
‘What did he look like, this Leo?’ Helewise asked, drawn to the story.
She smiled. ‘He was squat and swarthy. When we met, it was clear that I was considerably taller than him, and the next time he came he must have been wearing wedges in his shoes for suddenly he was only a hand’s breadth shorter.’ The smile developed into a laugh. ‘Even that was barely noticeable, for he wore a ridiculous puffed-up hat that added inches but also gave the impression that he had an abnormally huge head.’
She laughed again, a happy, musical sound. Then her face fell. ‘My lady, when I picture him now I see a figure of fun but, believe me, he is far from that. I could have persuaded myself that marriage to a man old enough to be my father with greasy hair, a sweaty, pockmarked face, several missing teeth and extremely bad breath was tolerable. There were advantages, after all; I would be a princess, I would be given the best of everything and my life would be one of pampered idleness. But I discovered something about Leo Rubenid that turned him in the blink of an eye from someone I just might have married into a man whom I would not have touched had he been the last man on earth and the survival of the human race up to the two of us.’
‘Goodness!’ Helewise exclaimed. ‘Whatever was it?’
‘I discovered that he was a monster,’ the young woman said calmly. ‘Let me tell you a little more about him. He was fifteen years older than me and he came from a family of many brothers. He had been wed before; he married young and his wife gave him four sons with a reputation for troublemaking. One took offence at some remark made by a prostitute in Ayas and he sliced off her lips. Another tried to raise a mercenary force to fight against his own father. These men and their brothers would have been my stepsons, even though I was but a year older than the eldest. My lady, you will have noted one factor in my mother’s choice of a husband for me?’
‘Yes,’ Helewise answered. ‘The preponderance of boy children in Leo’s line, which your mother must have hoped would spread to your own family when you wed.’
‘Yes, quite right. Leo was always son-hungry. His wife died giving birth to a fifth son conceived much too soon after the birth of the fourth. But Leo Rubenid is not a man to take a doctor’s or a midwife’s word that his wife has suffered internal injuries which must heal before he beds and impregnates her again. Had I agreed to marry him, he would have swept me off to his fortress in Cilicia, which is a hundred miles north-west of my family’s home and a turbulent land in which a cauldron of races and religions bubbles in constant enmity. Dwellings must be like Leo’s, for the only way to survive is behind high, stout walls. There is no urban sophistication whatsoever. Once inside my husband’s castle, there I should have stayed, reclining on my silken cushions and listening to the fountains splash into their copper bowls, all the time waiting for the moment when I should be summoned to my husband’s side. To his bed.’ She looked down.
‘You said you discovered that he was a monster?’ Helewise prompted.
‘Yes; yes, I did.’ The young woman seemed reluctant to go on. But then she raised her head and said, ‘There was a boy in my father’s employ. He was very sweet, very young – well, about my age, in fact, but he had not had my sophisticated childhood – and he was a jongleur. You know what that is, my lady?’
‘An entertainer, I believe.’
‘Yes. The jongleurs are professional entertainers who sing, play instruments, dance, tumble and juggle. The boy of whom I speak was a lute-player, a singer and a poet. He made up his own songs and he was very popular, for often the songs poked gentle fun at the great and the good. He—’ She blushed suddenly and once again looked down. ‘He thought he was in love with me, my lady. He wrote a love song for me, and when I made it clear that although I was flattered I did not and could not love him, he wrote another song that was a thinly veiled attack on Leo Rubenid.’ Her voice was shaking. ‘Leo got to hear about it – any number of his obsequious friends and acquaintances would have made sure of it – and his men waylaid my little lute-player as he ran an errand for my mother late one night. His body was found the next day. They had cut off his hands, my lady, and stuffed them in the opposite sleeves, as if to emphasize that he would never play the lute again. Then, so that he would never sing again either, they slit his throat.’
Helewise sat in stunned silence. Then she said, ‘You are in no doubt that Leo Rubenid was behind this atrocity?’
‘None at all. Without actually admitting anything, he made sure I knew that he ordered it and witnessed it. It was horrible!’ She dropped her face in her hands and her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Then, recovering, she straightened up and said, ‘Would you have accepted such a man as your husband?’
‘Of course not.’ An image of her dear Ivo swam before Helewise’s eyes. ‘My husband was a very different man and I loved him dearly.’ Noticing a sudden spark of interest in the young woman’s face, she added firmly, ‘But we are not here to speak of him. Could you not persuade your parents that Leo Rubenid was unsuitable? Surely if you had told them what you knew they would have viewed him with new eyes?’
‘My father, yes; for he has always been inclined to listen to me and believe what I say. But my mother had made up her mind and nobody, not even my father, can divert her from her path once that has happened. She is not a bad woman, my lady; it is simply that she sets herself a task and she will achieve that task, even when she realizes it was not the wise course she initially believed it to be. She is a very strong woman. She would say, I am sure, that she has had to be for she has borne a greater weight of responsibility for her family, its lands and its possessions than many a man.’
; ‘That is very often the case,’ Helewise remarked. ‘We are spoken of in disparaging terms as the weaker sex, the fragile vessel, and men proceed with their wars and their squabbles without so much as discussing them with us, never mind actually inviting our opinion. Yet do we not also live in this world? Should we not be a party to what is done upon it?’
‘Of course we should,’ the young woman said firmly. ‘As for being weak and fragile, what about giving birth? I’d like to see a man do that without yelling for his mother.’
Helewise smiled. ‘So, you pleaded not to marry Leo Rubenid but your mother said you must?’ She wanted to hear the rest of the story.
‘Yes. I do not know how it would have ended – I hope I would have had the courage to kill myself rather than take that man as my husband – but something happened and suddenly everything changed.’
‘What was it?’
‘I fell in love. It was very swift and, as I said, afterwards absolutely nothing was as it had been. Then I understood what being married to someone really meant and, because I loved my man totally and with all my heart, body and soul, I knew I would rather die than marry Leo Rubenid.’
‘Who was the man?’
‘He was a knight. He had come out to Outremer to fight for his lord’s kin against the Saracen threat. His lord had abandoned the fight and he, wishing to continue, went off to ally himself with a military order.’
‘The Knights Hospitaller,’ Helewise said. ‘My dear, I know something of this tale and, although I have not met him, I believe I know the identity of your man.’
‘Do you?’ breathed the young woman. Then she shook her head quickly and in a different tone said, ‘Yes, he offered his services to the Hospitallers and they were grateful to accept him. But later he encountered his lord again and the lord was very sick, so he escorted him back to the home of his kin. That was my home, my lady, in Antioch. My mother is a cousin of this sick lord and she and her ladies nursed him back to health. While this was going on, I had met my knight and we had fallen in love.’