Ashes of the Elements (24 page)

And repeatedly she answered, ‘No, Josse. I can walk.’

He was worried about her. Her face was very white, and the bruise on her forehead was now enormous, the swelling bulging down beneath her left eyebrow and half-closing the eye. She looked, he thought with compassion, as if she had been in a taproom brawl, and come off the worse.

He still felt a little dizzy, especially if he moved his head too quickly. Whatever that woman had been burning on her fire last night, its effects were long lasting.

Turning briefly to check for the tenth time that the Abbess was still keeping up, he let his thoughts go back to the incredible events in which the two of them had just been involved. From which – and this seemed a cause for heartfelt gratitude and thankfulness – they had just escaped.

No. That was wrong. It should be, from which they had just been
permitted
to escape.

Dear God, but that had been a worrying moment, back there by the stream!
By ancient law, you should be put to death,
she’d said. How would she have done it? Spear in the back, like poor Hamm Robinson? Hardly, when he and the Abbess had been standing there in front of her – you could scarcely hurl a spear at someone not a yard away. Garrotte, perhaps? A quick loop round the throat, a swift twist, and death from a broken neck? Or a dagger to the windpipe? One neat, deep cut, then oblivion?

With an effort, he made himself stop his ghoulish train of thought.

We know now what Caliste’s connection with the forest is, he mused instead. Her twin lives still with the Wild People, and, given the renowned closeness of twins, she was probably picking up emotions of some sort from her sister. Emotions, perhaps, heightened by the rituals which Selene was undergoing.

Yes. What was more natural than that Caliste would want to be with Selene? Offer her support, perhaps, her encouragement. Give the girl comfort, even. After all, had Caliste been born first instead of Selene, it might have been her out there in the glade. Given all that, the theory certainly seemed likely.

He and the Abbess would, though, never know for sure. Unless the Abbess was able to get it out of Caliste. And, somehow, he couldn’t picture her trying all that hard.

The Forest People killed Hamm Robinson, for their own good reasons. That, Josse knew, was a crime that would never officially be ‘solved’; the perpetrator would escape justice. Would escape Outworld justice, he corrected himself, which was rather different. To say that whoever had flung that spear at Hamm Robinson should himself be executed was, from the Forest People’s point of view, like suggesting every hangman in England was guilty of murder.

Ah, well.

He glanced round to look at the Abbess again. Still marching along, face set. Not far to go now, thank heaven.

He was just beginning to relax, to enjoy the picture of a good dinner and a mug or two of wine which he was conjuring up, when his peace was shattered by an unwelcome thought.

The Domina said they did not kill Ewen Asher.

Josse had already known that, although it would have been a pleasant surprise if she had confessed to it after all.

But she hadn’t.

With a faint sigh, he hefted his pack higher up on his shoulders. Tired though he was, there would be more work ahead when he and the Abbess reached Hawkenlye.

This appalling business wasn’t over yet.

PART THREE

DEATH IN THE HALL

Chapter Nineteen

Raising her head to return the greetings of those eagerly awaiting them at Hawkenlye Abbey, Helewise noticed that, standing at the back of the little clutch of anxious nuns, was Caliste.

Oh, child, I must speak to you! Helewise thought, giving the girl a quick smile.

‘Abbess dear, your
forehead
!’ Sister Euphemia was crying, trying simultaneously to wring her hands and put out an exploratory finger to touch the wound. ‘That dressing looks filthy! You must come with me at once, and I will see to you!’

‘Sister Euphemia, I thank you, but—’

‘Abbess! Oh, Abbess, a night spent in the woods, and no proper, hot food inside you all that time!’ Sister Basilia moaned, taking hold of Helewise’s sleeve in a firm grip as if she would drag her bodily over to the refectory and stuff her with simmering stew and good new bread.

‘Abbess, I wish audience with you,’ Sister Emanuel’s quiet voice said in Helewise’s left ear. ‘A matter of urgency—’

‘Please!’
Helewise burst out, drowning the clamour. ‘Sisters, thank you for your welcome and for your concern. You cannot know how it gladdens my heart to be among you again, and, in due course, we shall all go to pray, to give thanks to the Lord for His care. Now, then.’ She turned to them one by one. ‘Sister Euphemia, my wound was tended adequately by Sir Josse, and the pain is not great. I will, I promise, present myself at the infirmary and ask for your ministrations, just as soon as I am able. Sister Basilia, both Sir Josse and I would benefit from a hot meal; will you please take Sir Josse to the refectory straight away? I will join you in a little while. Sister Emanuel, what…’

But Sister Emanuel had silently slipped away.

Making a mental note to seek her out as soon as she was free, Helewise caught Sister Caliste’s eye and, with an all but imperceptible gesture, indicated that the girl should follow her.

Then, with a good deal of relief, she extracted herself from her fussing, well-meaning nuns and fled for the privacy of her own little room.

*   *   *

When she and Caliste were safely behind the closed door, Helewise said without preamble, ‘I have seen your sister. She is well, and she is pregnant.’

Sister Caliste’s hand flew to her mouth. ‘Abbess, I am so sorry!’ she said from behind it.

‘Sorry?’ Helewise sank down in her chair. ‘For what, Sister?’

‘What must you think of it all!’ Caliste cried. ‘And Selene is my sister, my own flesh and blood!’

Helewise thought for a moment. Then: ‘Caliste, we do not choose the family into which we are born. Whoever they are, of whatever station in life, indeed, of what faith, is not within our power to control. What we
do
have to do, however, is to make our own choices, guided by our heavenly Father and in the hope that we do what is right.’ She paused. ‘Your sister has, through no fault of her own, lived her life in a society whose standards are very different from our own, and whose people have not had the benefit of God’s holy light.’

In a sudden flash, she was back in the forest. And the age-old wisdom – the feminine wisdom – in the Domina’s intelligent eyes seemed once more to flood through her.

She
did not live with the blessings of God’s holy light. And yet …

I am back in my Abbey now, she told herself – told the Domina – firmly. Things are not the same, here.

Sister Caliste was waiting patiently for her to go on, but she seemed to have lost her thread.

She smiled feebly at the girl. ‘All is well,’ she said.

‘Oh!’ Caliste looked surprised, as if she had expected more. After a moment, she said, ‘Abbess, I shall not see Selene again.’

‘You cannot be sure,’ Helewise said gently. It seemed a hard thing for a young girl to accept. ‘After all, the Great Forest is but a step away!’

‘Yes, but it extends across hundreds of miles,’ Caliste said, ‘and the Wild People roam its entire length and breadth.’

‘Nevertheless—’ Helewise began.

‘Abbess, forgive me for interrupting you, but it is not that.’ Caliste’s smooth brow wrinkled in a frown. ‘How to explain?’ she muttered. Then: ‘You said before that I should wait a while before taking my final vows,’ she went on.

‘I did,’ Helewise agreed. ‘I wondered if you were entirely sure you knew what you were doing.’

Caliste smiled. ‘You were right, Abbess Helewise. I
thought
I was, but that’s not good enough, is it?’

‘No.’

‘But it’s different now.’ The girl’s face grew serious, earnest. ‘It’s as if – that is, I think—’ She paused, collected herself and said, ‘I was worried about Selene. It felt as if a part of me was being drawn out of me and away into the forest, to share in what she was doing. That’s why I went off to look for her that day, because I needed to see her. Oh, we were only together for a moment – it took a very long time to find her, even though she was actually looking for me, too – but it was enough. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going, only that old dear, Hilde, in the infirmary, and I thought I could slip out and be back again before anyone noticed I was gone. I felt she needed me, you see. Selene, I mean. I felt that she was apprehensive.’

Helewise said quietly, ‘That is only natural, under the circumstances.’

Caliste threw her a grateful look. ‘I knew you would understand. But things have changed. She’s no longer calling me, she’s happy. She’s done what she wanted to do, and now she’s gone away from me.’ This was said totally without self-pity. ‘And it means, Abbess – oh! it’s so wonderful – it means I can be whole again. And
that
means I’m ready.’

Mentally, Helewise went through the hurried, breathless little speech again. Ready. Did she mean ready to take her vows? She looked up at the radiant, beautiful face, even lovelier now that the worry of uncertainty had gone.

You
are
ready, Helewise thought. Ready, with God’s help, to make a very good nun.

She rose, went round to stand in front of Caliste, who, fully appreciating the gravity of the moment, fell to her knees. Taking Helewise’s outstretched hands, she bent her head over them. Softly Helewise heard her say, ‘Thank you.’

‘It is I, or, rather, the community at Hawkenlye, who should thank you, Sister Caliste,’ Helewise replied. ‘Already we appreciate your talents with the sick. You are loved by your patients, and you are steadily earning the respect of your fellow nuns, especially those of them who are also nurses. As one of the fully professed, we will from now on be assured that you will continue to be with us.’ She helped Sister Caliste to her feet, and, on impulse, leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss on her cheek.

‘Oh!’ Caliste said. Then, a wide smile of pure joy spreading over her face, she said, ‘Abbess, may I go and tell Sister Euphemia the news?’

And Helewise said, ‘Of course.’ Realising as she spoke that she was echoing the Domina’s benediction, she added, ‘Go in peace.’

*   *   *

Josse, having eaten rather too well of Sister Basilia’s splendid meal, took himself off down to the monks’ quarters in the vale and begged a quiet corner and a bed roll from Brother Saul. With a sympathetic look, Brother Saul obliged.

As Josse settled himself down in the shade behind the pilgrims’ shelter, Saul said, ‘I will see that you are not disturbed, Sir Josse.’

‘Thank you, Saul.’

*   *   *

It was not Brother Saul who awakened him, but the sound of running feet.

Opening his eyes, Josse saw Brother Michael pounding down the track from the Abbey, habit flying, arms waving. Josse, instantly wide awake, leapt up and went to meet him.

‘How did you know,’ Brother Michael panted, ‘that I was coming for you?’

‘Intuition,’ Josse replied. ‘What is it, Brother Michael?’

‘I was up at the Abbey,’ Brother Michael said, ‘getting some liniment for one of the pilgrims taking the water – he’s been carrying a sick child for two days and he’s ricked his back, really painful, it is, makes him walk all sideways, and I thought I could—’

‘Brother Michael,’ Josse prompted.

‘Sorry, Sir Josse. While I was there, this rider came in, horse all lathered up, and he says he must see the Abbess, he has terrible news.’ Brother Michael’s eyes rounded with the drama of his tidings.

‘And?’

‘He was directed to Abbess Helewise, he disappeared into her room, then, before you could say a Hail Mary, the two of them came out again and she – the Abbess – sees me and says, Brother Michael, go and get Sir Josse!’

‘And here you are,’ Josse observed. ‘Well?’

Brother Michael’s simple face looked mystified. ‘Well what?’

‘What was the rider’s message? Why does the Abbess need me?’ Josse said patiently.

‘Oh! Didn’t I say?’ Michael smiled in relief, as if overjoyed that Josse’s question could be so easily answered.

‘No, Brother Michael, you didn’t.’

Brother Michael leaned towards him, face grave. ‘There’s been a death,’ he whispered. ‘Another death!’

*   *   *

Helewise had been hoping for the same little post-prandial rest that Josse had enjoyed. Having seen the radiant Sister Caliste on her way, she had submitted herself to Sister Euphemia’s tender hands, and now wore a fresh dressing over the cut on her forehead. Sister Euphemia had given her a cloth soaked in the infirmarer’s special marshmallow solution, her specific for bruising, and Helewise, when she remembered, was pressing it periodically to her head.

Sister Basilia had totally overridden Helewise’s protests that she really wasn’t very hungry, and stood over her while she ate her platter of hot meat and gravy.

Then, at last, with a whole hour until it was time for Nones, Helewise had slipped away to her room. But, just as, settled in her chair, she was gratefully closing her eyes, she remembered Sister Emanuel.

It is my own fault, she told herself sternly as she stood up again. Rushing off like that, spending a night out in the open, away from the safety of the Abbey walls, it is hardly my nuns’ fault if, when at last I return, there are matters about which they need to consult me.

Sister Euphemia’s pad of lotion pressed to her throbbing forehead, she set off for the retirement home.

*   *   *

Sister Emanuel was standing by the bed of one of the oldest residents, an ancient, sour-faced nun who, in her working life, had been superior of a convent up on the North Downs. Demanding, never satisfied, it was, Helewise reflected, a tribute to Sister Emanuel’s devotion that she never let the old woman get under her skin.

‘… leaving me here all morning with a soiled pillow,’ the thin, scratchy voice was saying, ‘why, in
my
day, things were different, let me tell you, young woman!’