The Council of the Cursed sf-19

by Peter Tremayne

  Once in the scriptorium they seated themselves in a corner while Fidelma recounted the conversation she had had with Sister Inginde.

  ‘So, according to what Sister Inginde was told by Sister Radegund, Valretrade was supposed to have left a note with Abbess Audofleda explaining that she was leaving Autun,’ she concluded.

  Brother Sigeric’s reaction was immediate.

  ‘Lies!’ he snapped. ‘I swear she must be a prisoner in the Domus Femini. It is some fiendish punishment of that woman Audofleda.’

  ‘We can ask to see this note,’ Eadulf suggested. ‘I suppose Valretrade had the capability of writing it?’

  Brother Sigeric frowned. ‘Of course she could write.’

  ‘Ah yes.’ Eadulf suddenly remembered. ‘I am sorry. You told us that she had worked in the scriptorium with you. So, would we recognise her handwriting?’

  ‘All scribes write with their own peculiarities,’ Sigeric said. ‘She wrote with a distinctive hand, and with the letters “b” and “d” she had a tendency to put a short diagonal line across their stem.’

  ‘Very well,’ said Fidelma, ‘we must remember that and see if we can have sight of this letter.’

  ‘Letter or not, she would not leave without communicating with me. I insist that she did not leave of her own accord.’

  ‘Are you saying that she was abducted?’ Eadulf asked.

  ‘That is precisely what I am saying. There are rumours…about other women and their children…’

  ‘Rumours?’ demanded Fidelma. ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘They say that wives and children have disappeared from the Domus Femini.’

  ‘You mean the wives and children of some of the brethren here?’

  Brother Sigeric nodded and Fidelma exhaled in irritation.

  ‘Why was I not told before? Never mind! When did you hear such rumours?’ she asked.

  Brother Sigeric ran the fingers of one hand through his hair as if the motion would spark off memory.

  ‘I am not sure. They began during the last two or three weeks. Some of the brethren were speaking of it. Valretrade once mentioned that some of the married women had decided to leave.’

  ‘Can you remember her precise words?’

  Brother Sigeric thought for a moment. ‘Not really-I’m sorry.’

  ‘Did she know of any reasons for their leaving? What did these women say?’

  ‘They were gone before any of the community knew they were leaving so she never spoke to any of them.’

  Fidelma’s eyes narrowed. ‘Do you mean that they disappeared from the Domus Femini in the same manner as Valretrade?’

  The young scribe stared at her, trying to read a meaning in the question.

  ‘Disappeared?’ he echoed.

  ‘How many married women and children are, or were, in the community?’

  ‘Brother Chilperic would know the correct number,’ began the scribe.

  ‘An estimate,’ snapped Fidelma. ‘You can surely give us that.’

  ‘I suppose about thirty or more of the brethren had liaisons or were married, and there were about a dozen children.’

  ‘And these brethren-have they left here?’

  He shook his head. ‘No, the brethren are still here in the abbey. They were mainly the ones who decided to obey Bishop Leodegar and divorce their wives-like Brother Chilperic.’

  ‘So, how many of their wives and children were still left in the Domus Femini? Fidelma’s jaw had tightened and she banged her fist on the nearby table, startling them both. ‘Information! Sine scientia ars nihil est!’ Without knowledge, skill is nothing.

  ‘I don’t understand,’ ventured Brother Sigeric.

  ‘I cannot conduct an investigation without information. Had I known about these stories of wives and children being missing, then I could have asked relevant questions.’

  ‘But it was just rumours,’ protested Brother Sigeric. ‘Except…’

  ‘Except what?’ demanded Fidelma.

  ‘One of the brethren was speaking to a merchant from the city. The man was buying some of our surplus farm produce. He said that he saw three of the female religious with a foreign man. He was surprised because he knew them to be from the Domus Femini and formerly married to some of the brethren before…’ He ended with a gesture.

  ‘And when were they seen?’

  ‘Just over a week ago.’

  ‘Where? In the city?’

  ‘They were seen entering Lady Beretrude’s villa.’

  Fidelma did not comment for a while and then she said: ‘I should have known this so that I could verify it. If stories of the disappearances are true…’ she blinked tiredly, ‘then there are many questions to be asked.’

  Chapter Twelve

  The next morning, after prayers and the breaking of the fast, Fidelma and Eadulf found Brother Chilperic waiting for them outside the refectory. He seemed anxious.

  ‘Bishop Leodegar requests that you attend him in his chambers as soon as possible.’ The steward’s tone matched the tense expression on his features.

  ‘Abbess Audofleda has protested,’ muttered Eadulf.

  They found the bishop in an angry mood.

  ‘I have received a complaint from Abbess Audofleda.’

  Fidelma was unperturbed by his belligerent manner and, in fact, assumed a sad expression, shaking her head as if in sorrow.

  ‘Indeed, I wanted a word with you about that woman before we send our report to Rome.’

  ‘She tells me,’ Bishop Leodegar fumed, ‘that you have been insulting and forget your-’ He halted and frowned. ‘Send to Rome? Explain yourself.’

  ‘I wanted to discuss the matter with you immediately, but it so happened that I encountered an old friend of mine, the Bishop of Rome’s emissary to the council.’

  ‘The Nuntius Peregrinus?’ Bishop Leodegar’s demeanour changed slightly. ‘Do you know him? He did not tell me.’

  ‘Of course. I was going to discuss the abbatissa with you, but after speaking with him, I felt it was a matter that I should bring to his attention and forward my complaint to Rome.’

  Bishop Leodegar was bewildered. ‘Complaint? Complaint? But it is Abbess Audofleda who complains of you.’

  Fidelma shrugged with a tired expression. ‘Well, she would, I suppose. It seems a good defence to do so. But I feel that I cannot overlook this matter.’

  ‘You cannot overlook…? What are you saying?’

  ‘I believe you have mentioned that this abbey-that both communities, in fact-have already adopted the Rule of Benedict?’

  Bishop Leodegar nodded slowly.

  ‘Then I suggest you instruct Abbess Audofleda as to that Rule, for does it not say that abbatissa ought always to remember that they are representatives of the Christ and must be mindful of the tremendous judgement that awaits them if they do not carry out their work in the manner of a poor and unworthy toiler in the field? From the start, her arrogance surpassed my imagination. And when I told her that we spoke in your name, for you have conceded authority to us to investigate and come to some conclusion on the unnatural death of Abbot Dabhóc, she refused utterly to co-operate. I asked myself, who is in charge of this community? Is it you, or is it Abbess Audofleda?’

  Bishop Leodegar flushed. ‘Abbess Audofleda is in charge of the Domus Femini but under my jurisdiction,’ he said defensively. ‘This is not what she told me.’

  ‘Of course not,’ Fidelma said. ‘I suggest that her position and the Rule are carefully explained to her, for she has shown disrespect to you as her superior.’

  ‘Abbess Audofleda said-’ began Bishop Leodegar, trying to salvage his original complaint.

  ‘I am not interested in what she said,’ interrupted Fidelma. ‘It is annoying that she should so far forget her position and duties as head of the female community that she feels able to disobey the authority you gave us. Is it wise that a woman of her background, without any formal training or previous life in the religious, should be put in charge of the Domu
s Femini?’

  Fidelma normally would never have mentioned the background of a woman in such a manner, but she did nothing without a purpose.

  Bishop Leodegar was flustered now, trying to cope with an unexpected situation.

  ‘Abbess Audofleda,’ he began again, ‘says-’

  ‘And I said that I am not concerned with Abbess Audofleda’s protests! But I am most irritated by her actions, and have decided that she is in grave error. When the Nuntius Peregrinus leaves for Rome, I shall ask him to report the situation here to my good friend, the nomenclator to His Holiness.’

  Bishop Leodegar’s mouth slackened. He ran his tongue over his lips.

  ‘The nomenclator?’ he croaked.

  ‘The Venerable Gelasius. When I was in Rome, I conducted an enquiry for him. I thought that you knew that? I shall be asking the Nuntius Peregrinus to take a letter to the Venerable Gelasius to inform him of the conditions that I found here and which I feel should be considered.’

  Bishop Leodegar’s features showed his concern.

  ‘Venerable Gelasius?’ he muttered. He clearly knew of the reputation of the nomenclator of the Lateran Palace.

  ‘I presume that you know him?’ pressed Fidelma.

  Bishop Leodegar shook his head. ‘I have received instructions from him on the running of this council…letters he sent on behalf of the Holy Father.’

  ‘As nomenclator, he receives all complaints and petitions and advises the Bishop of Rome how to act upon them. I felt that the Venerable Gelasius should know how the head of one of the communities acts, especially when that community is currently the centre of an important debate on the future of the western churches. Were these facts known, it could well be that the authority of this council would be called into question.’

  Bishop Leodegar spread his hands plaintively. His voice was unnaturally subdued.

  ‘I am sure there is some misunderstanding, Sister. Perhaps you have misinterpreted Abbess Audofleda’s attitude?’

  Fidelma appeared surprised. ‘On the contrary, I thought Abbess Audofleda expressed herself very concisely.’

  ‘She may have been under a misapprehension,’ the bishop coughed. ‘I had not personally told her of your authority. My steward, Brother Chilperic, may not have set out the situation clearly to her.’

  Fidelma was not mollified.

  ‘I thought that she was most forceful on the subject. After all, you also explained our position at evening prayers on the day we arrived here.’

  Like most autocratic people, as Fidelma had already surmised, the bishop was in awe of those with greater powers and autocracy.

  ‘Perhaps if I explained again to Abbess Audofleda?’ he said persuasively. ‘This time, I will do so in person. Can we not rescind the idea of this letter to the Venerable Gelasius? It would be untimely in view of Rome’s interests in the outcome of this council. I know-let us wait on a decision on the matter until the time is ready for the Nuntius to commence his journey to Rome. What do you say to that?’

  At this point, Eadulf, inwardly smiling, decided to play his part: ‘Perhaps Bishop Leodegar is correct,’ he said heavily. ‘Perhaps the Abbess Audofleda behaved wrongly due to ignorance but there is no need to bring down censure on the entire community here. I am sure we can leave it to the bishop to point out the error of her ways.’

  Bishop Leodegar began to look hopeful.

  ‘I think I will be able to persuade Abbess Audofleda to be more cooperative and will certainly censure her on your behalf.’

  ‘And allow Brother Eadulf and myself the freedom of the Domus Femini to pursue our investigation?’

  Bishop Leodegar inclined his head in submission.

  Fidelma still seemed relcutant. Then she sighed.

  ‘Very well. For the time being, I shall put this letter of complaint aside. We will review the matter when the time comes to make reports to Rome about this council. By the way, one of the witnesses that I have consulted is the scribe Brother Sigeric. He has been most helpful. I would not like anything to happen to him.’

  Bishop Leodegar’s eyes narrowed. ‘“Happen” to him?’ he asked carefully.

  Fidelma gestured indifferently. ‘Perhaps I have expressed myself crudely. I merely meant to say that his well-being is essential to my final report.’

  Their eyes met and it was clear that the bishop understood what she was saying. He dropped his gaze first.

  ‘You have no reason to suppose any harm will befall Brother Sigeric,’ he said tightly. ‘I will ensure that.’

  ‘That is good. Very well-then we are agreed.’

  She turned to go but Bishop Leodegar said: ‘A moment, Fidelma. There is another matter. Lady Beretrude has invited all the delegates to the council to a reception at her villa, which is but a short walk from here. Lady Beretrude is the mother of the ruler of this province, Lord Guntram. Of course, the reception should have been given to all the foreign prelates by Guntram, but…’ He shrugged. ‘Lord Guntram is not enthusiastic about fulfilling such functions and his mother often receives distinguished visitors on his behalf. You and Brother Eadulf are invited to attend.’

  ‘We would be delighted to accept. When would this reception be?’

  ‘Late this afternoon. I have asked the delegates to gather in the anticum when they hear the continuous toll of the bell.’

  ‘Then we would like to see Abbess Audofleda before that.’

  Bishop Leodegar immediately looked unhappy.

  ‘I would need to see Abbess Audofleda first to explain what has happened, and she will not be available until this evening as there are other matters that need her attention. Perhaps the meeting could be postponed until tomorrow morning? I assure you that all will be well then.’

  Fidelma felt she had no choice other than to accept the delay.

  ‘I will make the arrangements,’ the bishop promised. ‘And I am sure Lady Beretrude will be delighted to welcome you today. Hearing of your arrival in Autun, and of your investigation, she has especially requested your presence. And she has extended her invitation to all the women accompanying the delegates. She understands that different people have different customs and she is a lady of great liberal attitudes.’

  ‘Then we will not disappoint her.’

  Outside the bishop’s chamber, Eadulf was smiling.

  ‘That was a skilful piece of diplomacy,’ he said approvingly.

  Fidelma shrugged. ‘Cain cach sái, discir cach dái,’ she said, expressing an old proverb of her people.

  Eadulf was unsure of the meaning.

  ‘Every wise man is courteous, every idiot is a bully.’

  Eadulf pulled a face. ‘So you think the bishop is an idiot?’

  ‘Idiot enough not to realise that his pretentiousness can be spotted by the intelligent. That makes me pause…’

  ‘Pause?’

  ‘I had been thinking that the bishop himself was behaving in a highly suspicious manner in this affair. However, I’ve had second thoughts.’

  ‘How do you mean?’

  ‘Because if he were involved, he would go out of his way not to bring about my suspicions in the manner he does. Therefore, he is either an idiot or perhaps he is…’ she tried to think of the right word ‘…aneladnach.’

  ‘Untrained? Without art?’ Eadulf tried to hazard a translation in Latin. ‘Ah, without guile. Well, that’s not the same as an idiot.’

  ‘Perhaps, in some people’s interpretation,’ replied Fidelma. ‘I mean that maybe he really doesn’t know that what he is doing is wrong. Perhaps it is part of his culture?’

  Eadulf sniffed deprecatingly because the Frankish culture was similar to his own.

  They were walking through the anticum when Eadulf spotted the steward, Brother Chilperic, attending to some placing of furniture.

  ‘There is a man who would know about Leodegar’s culture,’ he said.

  Brother Chilperic had spotted them and looked surprised. Doubtless he had been thinking that the bishop’s wrath had b
een about to fall on them. And so he looked disconcerted for a moment.

  ‘Is all well?’ he asked as they came up to him.

  ‘Why wouldn’t it be?’ asked Fidelma innocently.

  ‘I thought the bishop looked angry about something, that is all,’ replied the steward, taken off guard.

  ‘In fact, it was we who had a complaint to make,’ Eadulf replied. ‘We had the feeling that our investigation was not being taken seriously.’

  ‘Oh, not so, not so,’ Brother Chilperic said at once. ‘There is much tension in the community. The brethren await your conclusions with some anxiety. Bishop Ordgar paces his room like a caged lion, while Abbot Cadfan possesses an amazing vocabulary in several languages which, I thank God, there are no females present to hear…oh, I crave your indulgence, Sister.’

  Fidelma actually chuckled. ‘I can imagine what Abbot Cadfan’s choice of words must be in any language. It is difficult to be confined all this time and under suspicion. If I could work this matter any other way, I would. However, what would happen if both of these prelates were able to freely wander about? They would soon encounter one another and, after what has passed between them, that would not be politic, would it?’

  Brother Chilperic thought for a moment and then nodded.

  ‘They would probably attack one another and there would be another death on our hands! Bishop Ordgar, however, is outraged that he has been refused permission to attend Lady Beretrude’s reception.’

  ‘Until the investigation is finished, it would not be wise to invite them into the same room. And to invite one without the other would be to imply guilt of the one who was not invited,’ Fidelma pointed out. ‘However, is this reception of such importance?’

  Eadulf knew she was seeking information.

  ‘Lady Beretrude, as the mother of the lord of this province, feels that a civic welcome is due those gathering in this territory to debate matters affecting the Faith.’

  ‘And will Lord Guntram be at this welcoming ceremony?’

  For a moment the steward looked embarrassed.

  ‘The Lord Guntram is a young man who, I am afraid, does not see his civic duties as a matter of priority yet. You must make allowances for his absence. In years he is mature, but he prefers hunting, wine and…’ He said in a low voice, ‘I am afraid he is not a good representative of the Burgunds.’