Dead Man's Secret (37 page)

‘For God's sake, do not run,' hissed Geoffrey. ‘Or your soldiers will follow, and Hywel will die for certain. Take those three men and go around the back of the house. Get Hywel out and take him to Rhydygors. Lock yourselves in the tower.'

‘And what will you be doing while I am risking my life?' demanded Edward.

‘Engaging Richard's troops at the front with the rest of your men. The longer we hold out, the longer you will have to escape. Now go. Hurry!'

‘But you will all die!' breathed Edward. ‘There are too many of them!'

‘Go!' snarled Geoffrey.

When Edward had gone, Geoffrey quickly issued some basic instructions to the remaining men, orders that would have been unnecessary to skilled soldiers. Then he waited out of sight, hoping their horses would not give them away with snickers or whinnies and lose them the element of surprise.

Meanwhile, Richard assembled his own warriors, intent on a headlong assault on the house, to kill Hywel before he had a chance to fight back.

He made certain his men were ready, then raised his sword and issued a bloodcurdling howl as he began to gallop towards the house, his men keeping pace. Immediately, Geoffrey spurred forward with a battle cry of his own, relieved when some of Edward's men followed.

Richard faltered when he saw horsemen converging on him, and his howl ended in a gulp. His men scattered in confusion, then all was noise and chaos. Geoffrey saw Richard's distinctive profile and aimed for him, wielding his sword. Several men went down, and others retreated. The clash of arms was deafening, and so were the screams of the wounded. Geoffrey closed his mind to them, concentrating only on the rise and fall of his sword.

Then there was a sudden flash of light behind him, and Geoffrey saw the door had opened. Hywel had heard the noise of battle and come to investigate. Even a brief glimpse told Geoffrey he was unarmed – doubtless Gwgan's doing.

‘Go back!' Geoffrey bellowed, aware that Hywel's silhouette made a perfect target for archers. ‘There is murder afoot.'

He thought Hywel had ducked away, but there was no time to check, because the sight of their quarry had heartened Richard's troops, and they surged forward. Geoffrey's line was hard-pressed to hold them, and he felt it beginning to give way.

Then there was another yell, and Geoffrey glanced up to see more horsemen racing to join the affray. It was Sear's party. Geoffrey's little force was already retreating, forced back by sheer weight of numbers, and Sear's arrival would eliminate any small chance they might have had. Sure enough, the man who had been fighting at his side turned and fled. Others followed. Geoffrey battled on, his muscles burning with fatigue as he desperately tried to reach Richard in the hope that the plan would falter when deprived of its leader.

It was difficult to see who was who in the darkness, and Geoffrey was sure some of Sear's men were battling Richard's. It was a pitiful business. Only a handful of Edward's men stood between Richard and Gwgan's door now, and Geoffrey was aware of soldiers slipping around him. He could not prevent them from entering the house while on horseback, so he leapt off. He slapped the animal hard, driving it forward into the advancing men.

But it was only a temporary respite, and they soon came forward again. Richard, also on foot, put three men in front of him and ordered them to advance as a unit.

‘Give up,' shouted Richard from behind them. ‘You cannot win. You are virtually alone.'

It was true, but Geoffrey was not about to surrender. He fought on, but then became aware of another danger. Sear had seen what Geoffrey was doing, and was bearing down on him. The knight stood in his saddle and aimed blow after blow at Geoffrey, who, having no shield, was obliged to parry them with his sword. The clangs as metal met metal made his ears ring.

He could not fight Sear and guard the door at the same time, and he knew soldiers were cutting around behind him, Richard one of them. Geoffrey aimed a vicious jab at Sear that scored a deep cut in the man's thigh, then turned, aiming to stop Richard, but Sear did not baulk at a wound that would have made most men swoon. He came at Geoffrey in earnest, sword whirling, forcing him to retreat.

Geoffrey ducked under one blow intended to decapitate him, and, when Sear was off-balance, threw his dagger. It was an unorthodox move, but effective. Sear made a curious gagging sound, scrabbling at his throat. Geoffrey did not wait to see his end, but barged into Gwgan's house.

He had taken no more than a few steps before Gwgan stepped in front of him. The counsellor was wearing a rich tunic and no armour, and there was blood from a cut on his left arm. He was holding a dagger, and Geoffrey suspected he had wounded himself, so he could later claim he had been injured in the attack, thereby denying complicity in the murder of his friend.

‘Geoffrey, stop,' he said quietly in Welsh. ‘What has been set in motion cannot be stopped. Stand back and do not interfere.'

Breathing hard, Geoffrey thrust past Gwgan, lest Edward had not managed to spirit Hywel away, and was besieged inside. Gwgan lashed out with his dagger, and Geoffrey felt pain blaze through his shoulder.

‘I do not want to fight you,' Gwgan said, although he grabbed a sword. ‘Stand down, Geoffrey. This is not your concern.'

Geoffrey tried to pass him a second time, parrying the next slash with his sword. When he saw the knight was not going to do as he was asked, Gwgan began to fight in earnest.

‘I did my best to keep you out of it,' he hissed. ‘But you would not listen, so now you must pay the price for your meddling.'

‘I suppose you would have killed me, had I ridden into the marshes with you this afternoon,' snarled Geoffrey, backing away. ‘And I imagine it was you who told Richard to send drugged wine to the tavern, too. He is too stupid to have thought of it himself.'

‘I wanted you and Roger sound asleep until morning,' snapped Gwgan. ‘And if you had come with me to the marshes, I would have knocked you out and blamed it on outlaws. You are kin. I never intended to kill you.'

‘Then stop fighting me and do what is right,' shouted Geoffrey. ‘End this mad scheme. No one else has to die.'

‘You do, I am afraid,' said Gwgan, coming at Geoffrey with another series of slashes. ‘Which is a damned shame, because I like you. But you will tell everyone about my role in this affair, and I cannot allow that.'

Geoffrey gaped at him. ‘You think you can keep this secret? When Sear, Edward and Richard
and
their men know what you have done? You will be branded as a traitor.'

Gwgan launched himself at Geoffrey, who normally would have had no trouble defeating the man, but the wound in his shoulder hurt enough to make him dizzy and was sapping his strength. Nevertheless, he outlasted the counsellor's offensive, and then, drawing on his own last reserves, went after Gwgan with a series of vicious swipes, determined that if he was to die that night, then Gwgan was going to perish with him. He pressed his advantage relentlessly, driving the man back and into the main chamber.

Richard was already there with three other men, and he reacted instinctively to the sounds of a skirmish behind him. He whipped his sword around fast, catching Gwgan in the neck and killing him instantly.

‘Damn!' muttered Richard. Then he shrugged. ‘Well, we would have had to dispatch him anyway. He was a traitor, and his people would have taken his life. I have saved them the trouble.'

‘Hywel,' demanded Geoffrey. ‘Where is he?'

Richard stepped aside, and Geoffrey closed his eyes when he saw the prince's body. The attack had been ruthless and determined, and there were dozens of wounds.

At that moment, Edward entered the room at a run, his three men at his heels. All were dishevelled and two were bleeding, indicating they had at least tried to carry out their orders. Edward faltered when he saw Hywel.

‘Richard had posted men at the back of the house, too,' he explained to Geoffrey. ‘We could not reach . . .'

‘You have lost this battle,' said Richard. ‘I am lord of Rhydygors now. My appointment will be confirmed as soon as news of Hywel's death reaches the King. It was in the letter you brought me, Geoffrey.'

‘Then I suppose we shall have to work together,' said Edward with a sigh of resignation. ‘Kadweli will support you, should there be any unpleasantness arising from this incident.'

‘That is it?' breathed Geoffrey, aghast. ‘You will transfer your allegiance to this—'

‘Be careful what you say, Geoffrey,' interrupted Richard sharply. ‘I am the King's appointed representative. If you malign me, you malign him.'

‘He is right,' said Edward. ‘What is done is done, and we must all make the best of it.'

He left without another word. Geoffrey watched helplessly as Richard ordered his men to carry Hywel's body to the castle. Gwgan was left like so much rubbish.

‘Your brother would not have condoned this,' said Geoffrey.

‘No,' agreed Richard. ‘But we cannot choose the way that power comes to us – he had holy visions, and I have letters from court. I am tempted to kill you, too, and nothing would give me greater pleasure, I assure you, but the letter also said I was to send you back with a report of what happened. So I cannot stab you – not now Edward has seen you alive.'

‘Why would the King want a report from me?'

‘I do not know. But an order is an order, and I know better than to flout one. You will tell the King what happened here.'

‘How? I do not understand any of it.'

Richard smiled. ‘I suspect none of us does – not me, you, Edward, Gwgan or Sear. And probably not Eudo, either. Between you and me, I suspect the only man who really knows is the King, but I would not advise quizzing him about it.'

‘No,' agreed Geoffrey softly. ‘I doubt that would be wise.'

Epilogue

It did not take Geoffrey long to recover from the skirmish, and he set off towards England the moment he was able to ride. Hilde insisted it was too soon, but Geoffrey wanted his interview with the King concluded as soon as possible. There were no ambushes as they rode, and Hilde was safely deposited at Goodrich, along with her widowed sister.

Then Geoffrey, Roger and Bale rode fast and hard to Reddinges, a place for which Henry held an unaccountable affection. There were rumours that he intended to found an abbey there, to atone for his sins. Geoffrey wondered whether Hywel's murder would be among them, because as he travelled and had time to reflect on all that had happened, he decided it would have been all but impossible for the King not to have known what was in Eudo's letters.

Before leaving Kermerdyn, Bishop Wilfred had given him William's statue, claiming he did not want a pagan goddess in his church. It was, he said, a gift to the King.

When they arrived at Reddinges, they found it full of the customary bustle associated with the royal presence, with clerks and scribes everywhere. They met Pepin, who informed them that he had been promoted to Eudo's post, but was finding it a trial, and Geoffrey suspected he would soon be relieved of the position. Pepin was no Eudo, and Henry would be looking for someone more devious.

While they waited to be summoned, Geoffrey sat in the parish church, reading. It was not long before Roger came to sit next to him. He rarely strayed far from his friend's side now, mortified that he had missed a battle that had nearly claimed Geoffrey's life.

‘What is that?' he asked.

‘A letter from Giffard,' replied Geoffrey. ‘I told him about William's secret, and he writes that we are wrong to assume that a statue, or even a vision, can turn a man into a saint. He says goodness comes from within and is ignited by the hand of God.'

‘Well, he
is
a bishop,' said Roger dismissively. ‘He
would
claim that sort of thing.'

‘What do you believe?' asked Geoffrey, although he suspected he would be better not knowing.

Roger shook his head. ‘Not that the statue has any particular powers. I touched it several times, but it did not make me feel holy. But perhaps I am holy enough already, what with having been on the Crusade.'

‘Perhaps,' said Geoffrey. ‘But William believed it.'

They were silent for a moment, listening to the coo of a dove somewhere in the rafters.

‘Tell me again what happened,' said Roger. ‘I did not pay much attention back in Kermerdyn, and the King might ask for my views. I will look foolish if I do not understand it all.'

‘I am not sure
I
understand it,' said Geoffrey, amused by the notion that Henry would ask Roger's opinion on so complex a matter.

Roger cleared his throat. ‘It began when Eudo decided it would be better for Henry if a Norman held the castle in Kermerdyn, because Hywel was too popular. He was afraid Hywel would think he had better things to do than swear allegiance to a Norman king and might make trouble.'

Geoffrey nodded. ‘He thought Richard fitz Baldwin would be a better choice, and told me himself that he thought Henry was wrong to have given Rhydygors to Hywel.'

‘So Eudo wrote letters to Richard and Gwgan arranging Hywel's murder,' said Roger. ‘And he hoped that the “secret” that made William and Hywel decent would act on the surly Richard, too.'

‘Yes. But Edward overheard Eudo and managed to gain access to his strongbox, where his suspicions were confirmed. He tackled Eudo by the pond at La Batailge. Eudo told him that no letters had been written, and, rather stupidly, Edward believed him.'

‘And then Edward killed him,' said Roger.

‘Edward thought that Hywel was safe, but Eudo had already written the letters.'