‘How long has Burgundia been under the rule of the Franks?’ Eadulf asked. ‘We seem to find resentment continuing between the Burgunds and Franks.’
‘It is only a few generations ago since we lost our independence.’
‘Ah, so you call yourself a Burgund then?’ asked Fidelma.
Brother Chilperic straightened himself. ‘I am proud to be of the blood of Gundahar who founded our nation,’ he replied with dignity.
‘But now you are ruled by the Franks.’
‘The Frankish army overcame our last king, Gudomar, and our armies. Yet we have retained our name and our identity. We are Burgunds.’
Fidelma was thoughtful. ‘Are you saying that you-the Burgunds-would wish to be independent of the Frankish rulers?’
‘Vita non est vivere sed valere vita est!’ declared Brother Chilperic firmly. Life is not only to live, but to be strong, to be vigorous.
‘And you feel that the Burgunds cannot live or be vigorous under the rule of the Franks?’
‘It is not only my feeling but that of most of my people,’ he assured her. ‘Our problem is that Burgundia has been so long under the yoke of the Frankish kings, we have almost forgotten to be Burgunds. The people need some symbol to stir them to manhood again.’
‘And will that happen?’ asked Eadulf.
Brother Chilperic shrugged. ‘Who knows? There is a rumour…’ He glanced round surreptitiously. ‘You will forget I spoke thus, for Bishop Leodegar is a Frank and close to the royal family of the Franks.’
‘We wish only to learn,’ Fidelma replied. ‘Leodegar will hear nothing of what you say. So what is this rumour?’
Brother Chilperic dropped his voice to a whisper.
‘You may have heard stories that it was a holy man called Benignus who brought the Faith here and died a martyr. I began to hear some months ago that it was being said among the peasants that the true king of the Burgunds would one day re-emerge with the symbol of Benignus to raise the people into regaining their freedom.’
‘Was this a recent rumour?’ Fidelma tried not to show her sudden interest.
‘One of many. Peasants are always dreaming.’ Brother Chilperic gave a harsh laugh. ‘It is left to us to deal with the reality.’
‘Which is?’
‘The reality is that we are a small people. The Franks are many-Austrasia and Neustria spread around us like an engulfing sea. We have to accept the heavy hand of history.’
‘I think you told us that you have served in this abbey before Bishop Leodegar came here?’
‘I was born in this city and entered the abbey when I was fifteen years old. I met my…’ He paused and a faint flush came to his cheeks.
‘No need to be reticent, Brother Chilperic,’ Fidelma said gently. ‘It is no crime to have married. Only Bishop Leodegar’s new Rule makes it so in his eyes. So, you were about to say that you met your wife in this abbey?’
The steward nodded slowly.
‘And you were content as man and wife, serving the Faith in this community until Bishop Leodegar arrived?’
‘We were content because we had not seen the error of our ways.’
‘And who told you the error of your ways?’ asked Fidelma.
The young man looked startled for a moment. ‘Why, Bishop Leodegar instructed us on the Rule, of course.’
‘The Rule is one thing, but who told you it was the only path of the Faith?’
Brother Chilperic hesitated again. ‘You must know that it was the bishop who called us together and instructed us on the true path and segregated us, and we were told to divorce our wives so that they could go into the Domus Femini.’
Eadulf muttered, ‘And God said: “Who told you that you were naked?”’
Brother Chilperic frowned. ‘What?’
‘I was just thinking of a line from the Scriptures,’ Eadulf said. ‘It is no matter.’
‘So when this was done,’ continued Fidelma, ‘you and your wife decided to divorce?’
‘It was the logical decision.’
‘And your wife went to the Domus Femini?’
‘She did.’
‘And has remained there?’
‘Oh yes.’
‘But you have never seen her since, even though she is but a short distance from you.’
‘Oh yes, I have seen her now and then for our positions make it necessary for us to meet occasionally.’
Fidelma was surprised. ‘I thought no one had intercourse with the opposite community?’
‘I am steward here.’
‘And your wife is…?’
‘Stewardess of the Domus Femini.’
‘You mean your wife is Sister Radegund?’ Fidelma could not keep the surprise from her reply.
Brother Chilperic bowed his head. ‘Radegund is her name but I must point out that she is no longer my wife and that I have, as instructed by the bishop, put her from me.’
Fidelma let out a long sighing breath.
‘Tell me, Brother Chilperic, you mentioned that Bishop Leodegar is a Frank. Do you not resent him?’
Brother Chilperic looked startled.
‘He is a Frank and, as I say, closely connected with the royal family. He spent a long time at court before he was given Autun as his bishopric. He is a powerful man.’
‘And you are happy to serve him?’
‘I am his steward.’
‘That is not what I asked. Surely, as a Burgund and feeling as you do about the Franks, you must resent Leodegar being placed in charge and of the way he has so drastically changed the abbey from what you knew?’
Brother Chilperic looked uncomfortable.
‘I am in service to this abbey, Sister. There is a Rule here and I have sworn to obey it. And now, you must excuse me.’ He turned on his heel and walked off.
Eadulf shook his head at Fidelma. ‘What are you trying to do? Stir up alarms and enmity?’
‘Sometimes a little prompting can bring surprising results.’
‘Oh come, you don’t think that the problems here are to do with enmity between Burgunds and Franks?’
Fidelma stared at him for a moment and then sighed.
‘There are many problems here, as you say, Eadulf. To be honest, I think this entire community is festering underneath this exterior of obedience. Why this abbey should be chosen by Rome as the place to hold a council on the future of the Faith, I do not know. I begin to think that the death of poor Dabhóc was just a superficial event on the surface of something that goes very much deeper.’
‘But what?’ demanded Eadulf.
‘I don’t believe in a sixth sense but if I did, I would say it was that. I have a feeling-that is all.’
‘Look,’ Eadulf said quietly, ‘here comes Bishop Ordgar’s steward. He’s seen us and is coming over.’
The tall figure of young Brother Benevolentia was crossing the anticum with the clear intention of joining them.
‘Bishop Ordgar said that if I saw you, I was to ask you how much longer your enquiry is going to take,’ he greeted them.
‘I would wager those were not the terms in which he couched the question,’ muttered Eadulf in an amused tone.
Brother Benevolentia looked embarrassed.
‘His language was a little more forthright than that, Brother,’ he admitted.
‘I must reply to him that it will take as long as it takes,’ replied Fidelma firmly.
Brother Benevolentia shrugged indifferently. ‘Well, it is little concern of mine.’
‘How so, Brother?’ asked Eadulf, interested by the comment. ‘You are his steward.’
‘Bishop Ordgar told you that his own steward died on his journey to Divio. Because I was in service there and knew something of your Saxon tongue, I replaced the steward, but only temporarily. I do not intend to give my services for any longer than is necessary. I am determined to remain in my native city and as soon as the bishop returns to his kingdom of Kent, I can settle here.’
‘Providing the bishop is fr
ee to return to Kent,’ pointed out Eadulf.
Brother Benevolentia merely nodded.
‘It certainly looks black for him,’ he agreed. ‘So you think that he killed Abbot Dabhóc?’
‘He is one of the suspects,’ cut in Fidelma before Eadulf could reply. ‘However, we are some way from establishing the truth of the matter.’
‘Well,’ Brother Benevolentia said, ‘I have delivered the message that Bishop Ordgar has entrusted to me. He is even now appealing to the Nuntius Peregrinus for his freedom and asking him to overturn the decision of Abbot Leodegar and yourself.’
‘I appreciate your honesty, Brother. Do you like serving Bishop Ordgar?’
‘I neither like nor dislike him,’ Benevolentia told Fidelma. ‘My stewardship to Ordgar has only been of a few weeks’ duration. It will continue only so long as this council lasts.’
‘Then you will return to Divio?’
‘I was a scribe there and write a good hand in Greek and Latin.’
‘You are young. Where did you pick up such knowledge?’
‘My family…’ He paused.
‘Your family?’ prompted Fidelma.
‘My family in the abbey of Divio taught me, for I was taken there as a young boy for my education and trained as a copyist in the library.’
‘Then you are fortunate indeed, for the ability to read and write in several languages is an excellent security for the future,’ Fidelma said kindly. ‘Even outside the religious houses, many great families employ their own scribes.’
‘Indeed,’ Eadulf agreed, then added, ‘if the Rule of Bishop Leodegar is not to your liking, Brother, I am sure there are local lords who would welcome such abilities.’
Brother Benevolentia stared at him for a moment.
‘Local lords?’ he said tightly.
‘Lord Guntram might stand in need of a good scribe.’
‘Guntram is the ruler of this province.’
‘So you have heard of him?’
‘Of course. I am a Burgund. His mother is Lady Beretrude of a noble Burgund family. They are of the line of Gundahar, the first great king of the Burgunds. Every one in Burgundia knows the family.’
‘Lady Beretrude is quite a powerful lady, then?’
‘She is beneficent and kindly to her people,’ replied Brother Benevolentia enthusiastically. ‘At least, according to the stories that I have heard.’
‘Do you know much about Lord Guntram, her son?’
Brother Benevolentia shrugged. ‘He is not as great as…’
‘As his mother?’ supplied Eadulf.
‘Just so,’ the steward answered.
‘Is it not said that children often have to walk in the shadow of their parents?’ remarked Eadulf.
Brother Benvolentia smiled without humour. ‘Yet it may also be said that every great man overshadows his parents.’
‘That is so.’
The steward bowed his head for a moment. ‘And now I have duties to perform, if you will excuse me?’
They watched him stride off.
‘The trouble is,’ volunteered Eadulf, ‘he is right, you know.’
‘Right? About what?’
‘We cannot insist that Bishop Ordgar or, indeed, Abbot Cadfan, be confined for ever.’
‘We are not confining them for ever, only until we have a solution.’
‘But how long can we continue to restrain them?’
‘Let us go and find the Nuntius Peregrinus. If Ordgar is appealing to him, we’d better make sure the appeal ends in conditions suitable for our purposes.’
Puzzled, Eadulf turned after her as she strode off.
‘One thing that surprises me,’ he confided as they walked together, ‘is that Brother Chilperic was married to Sister Radegund. She looks older than him and is not an attractive person.’
‘You surprise me.’ Fidelma cast him a disapproving look. ‘You forget sua cuique voluptae-everyone has their own pleasures.’
They found the Nuntius in the calefactorium. The Nuntius rose as Fidelma strode across to him.
‘I need your help,’ she said without preamble.
Nuntius Peregrinus gestured with his hand. ‘You have only to ask.’
‘Have you seen Bishop Ordgar yet?’
‘I was just about to do so, having heard that he wanted to see me.’
‘As you know, I initially thought it advisable to keep Bishop Ordgar and Abbot Cadfan confined to their quarters until my enquiries into this crime are ended. Bishop Leodegar agreed with this course of action.’
‘A wise precaution,’ agreed the Nuntius.
‘Yet there is still much to do and I am unsure when the conclusion will be reached.’
‘So?’
‘Bishop Ordgar wants you to overrule us. Now, I am cognisant of the office held by both Ordgar and Cadfan. Both could be released if they give their word of honour to keep separate from one another until the matter has been resolved.’
‘If they agree?’
‘They should give their parole to you and you will enforce their obedience as a senior representative of the Church.’
‘I will put it to them, and if they are willing, then I will instruct them to take an oath by the sign of the Holy Cross,’ the Nuntius said after some thought.
‘Excellent. That will solve their complaints and stop them from distracting us until we have finished the investigation.’
‘Does that mean they are allowed or not allowed to attend the Lady Beretrude’s reception for delegates?’
Fidelma shook her head. ‘They must confine themselves inside the abbey until the matter is resolved.’
‘Do you expect the guilty one of them to attempt to escape? Is this why you give them freedom from their chambers?’ the Nuntius asked with interest.
‘No. I wanted them to be confined for their own safety as much as anything else,’ Fidelma revealed. ‘Please, make it a further condition of their freedom outside their chambers that they should have their stewards with them at all times.’ Then to Eadulf’s surprise, she added quietly, ‘Either one of them could be the next victim.’
Chapter Thirteen
The villa of Lady Beretrude was larger than Fidelma had imagined it, having seen only the entrance in the Square of Benignus. Once through the warrior-guarded portals, the villa and its surrounding gardens seemed to cover an enormous amount of ground. The small building at the entrance had only been a gatehouse. On either side of the wooden gates was a stone pillar with a carving on it. It was a curious letter ‘X’ enclosed in a circle. Fidelma presumed it had some meaning. Then, beyond the gates, one entered into a fragrant garden of flowers with a fountain positioned as its focal point. They were growing used to the fact that fountains predominated in the buildings of Autun. This one reminded Fidelma of the fountains that she had seen when she had been in Rome. Crafted from marble, it consisted of little statues of chubby cupids holding bows and arrows, with water spewing from their mouths.
The afternoon was warm, although the sun was already lowering above the tops of the buildings to the west and its rays caused the white walls to be splashed in shades of pink. The perfume from the many flowers, enhanced by the warmth, was almost overpowering to the senses. Among them, Fidelma was able to identify the pungent smell of rosemary. She had encountered the unusual fragrance in Rome and had especially asked what it was, with its trailing green foliage and purple, pink or blue flowers. She had been told it was called ‘dew of the sea’-rosmarinus-and had discovered that apothecaries used it to help improve the memory.
The council delegates, the grim-faced abbots and bishops, stood in uneasy groups around the central fountain. The splash of the water was a curiously comforting background but could not dispel the tensions evident among those gathered there. A few of the wives of the clerics had come from their lodging house to join their husbands but they, too, appeared uncomfortable. The Rule of Bishop Leodegar seemed to have taken the natural ease and composure out of their relationships, as the married c
ouples knew that they were disapproved of. It seemed to Fidelma that they were trying to pass unnoticed, and they moved into corners of the garden where they thought they might pass unobserved.
Fidelma was well aware of the hopeful glances that were cast towards her and Eadulf as they entered. It was as if no one wanted to be there, and was looking for someone to take the lead in expressing this fact. Fidelma had decided that it was a good moment to assert some of her authority. She had forewarned Eadulf that she would make an affirmation of her rank and culture at this gathering. It was only the third time that Eadulf had seen her discard her simple and practical form of dress for this magnificent outfit.
She now wore a gown of deep blue satin with intricate gold thread patterning. It fitted snugly into her waist before flowing out into a full skirt, which came to her ankles. The sleeves were of a style called lam-fhoss, tight on the upper arms but spilling out just below the elbow and around the wrists in imitation of the lower part of her dress. Over this was a sleeveless tunic called an inar, tight fitting and covering the top of the dress but ending at the waist. From her shoulders hung a short lummon, a cape of contrasting red satin edged with badger’s fur. The cape was fastened on the left shoulder by a round brooch of silver and semi-precious stones. On her feet were specially decorated sandals, sewn with pieces of multi-coloured glass, and called mael-assa.
Round her wrists were bracelets of complementary-coloured glass, and at her neck was a simple golden torc, indicating not only her royal position but that she was of the élite Nasc Niadh, bodyguards to the kings of Muman. Around her fiery red hair was a band of silver with three semi-precious stones at the front, two of them emeralds from the country of the Corco Duibhne and the third a fiery red stone which reflected the stones used in the silver brooch that held her cape. This headband served to keep in place a piece of silk that covered her hair but left her face bare. It was called a conniul and indicated her married status, for it was the custom of the married women of Hibernia to cover their heads to show their position.
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