The Rose Of The World Part 8

Tomorrow they were taking her back to the abbey. The lord had seemed very pleased about that. The man tried to think why. He was quite good at thinking, or at least he was when the voices gave him a bit of peace. They were quiet now perhaps, like the others, they, too, were asleep and the man frowned as he thought about why the lord might be happy to go to the abbey.

An image began to firm in his mind. It was misty and vague at first, but then it solidified and he knew what he was seeing. Of course.

A slow smile spread across his face. He drew up his cloak, made himself comfortable and very soon, against all his expectations, he fell asleep.

Helewise woke very early the next morning, worrying about Rosamund and trying to puzzle out whether the death of this Hugh de Brionne could be connected with the girl's disappearance. She got up quietly Tiphaine was still asleep and built up the fire in the hearth. She knelt beside it to say a heartfelt prayer for her granddaughter's safety: 'Please, dear Lord, let her be waking in warmth and safety this morning. Let her find her way back to we who love her.'

She prayed for a little longer, then stood up and, with quick, decisive movements, put water on to heat and set about making the breakfast porridge. The Lord could not bring Rosamund home by himself, and it was up to Helewise to do whatever she could to help. She did not know quite why, but she had the growing conviction that she must tell Josse the dead man's name as soon as she could. She ate her bowl of hot food standing up, swallowing it so fast that she burned her throat. Then she shook Tiphaine gently, told her where she was going and set off.

The morning was still young as she strode along. In the weak sunlight the gra.s.s by the track was glistening with frost; the first frost of the autumn. Hurry, she told herself. She increased her pace.

By the time she reached the House in the Woods, she was out of breath and glowing. She ran up the steps and opened the door, finding Josse and Geoffroi eating at the big table by the hearth. Ignoring their surprised expressions, she said, 'The dead man's name was Hugh de Brionne. Tiphaine overheard my son Leofgar identify him last night.' She pulled up a bench and sat down on it, only then realizing that she felt quite exhausted.

Josse was staring at her, repeating the name under his breath. 'Hugh de Brionne. Aye, I know the family. His father Felix and I both saw service with King Richard.' He narrowed his eyes, clearly concentrating hard. 'Aye, now that I know the man's ident.i.ty, I can see that he did indeed look a little like his father, although his face was badly-' Belatedly, he recalled his son's presence. 'Er, his face had suffered some wounds, and so I did not see the resemblance yesterday.'

'It is easier to detect similarity between two people when you are looking out for it,' she said. 'You had no idea who the dead man was.'

He gave her an affectionate smile. 'Kind of you to say so,' he murmured. Then, speaking so softly that he merely mouthed the question: 'Has Meggie turned up?'

She shook her head. So Meggie was not here at the house either . . .

Josse had turned to Geoffroi, who was listening wide-eyed to the conversation about the dead man. 'Son,' he said, 'I have to go to speak to Gervase. Somebody must go to inform the dead man's parents what has happened and, since I know Felix de Brionne, I think it ought to be me.'

Geoffroi nodded. 'Can I come too?'

Josse put his arm round his son's shoulders. 'You could,' he said, 'but, if you are willing, I have a much more important job for you.'

Geoffroi's expression brightened. 'What is it?' he asked eagerly.

'Son, Helewise has to get back to the hut, and neither Ninian nor Meggie has yet returned. I need someone here who can come and find me if anything happens, and, since Will, Ella, Tilly and Gus all have a full day's work ahead of them, the obvious person to ask is you.'

For a moment Helewise thought the boy would see through the ruse. Josse was right: the house of a mother and father being informed of their son's death was no place for anyone who did not have to be there, especially one of such tender years as Geoffroi. The boy's expression was at first doubtful, but then, as he thought about the suggestion, his face cleared. 'I'll ride like the wind and by the most secret ways,' he said excitedly. 'I'll-'

Gently, Josse stopped the eager flow of words. 'If you need me, go to the abbey. I will leave word there of where I am bound.'

Geoffroi looked at him solemnly. 'I will.'

Josse reached over to embrace him briefly then, with a glance at Helewise, led the way out of the hall. 'I'll go and get Alfred,' he said as they hurried across the courtyard. 'Will you ride with me?'

'As far as the path to the hut, yes,' she replied.

He looked at her. 'You still will not come to the abbey?'

She shook her head. 'No, Josse. Abbess Caliste has quite enough to cope with in these dreadful times without her predecessor turning up uninvited.'

'Very well.'

Will was busy in the stable block and swiftly helped Josse prepare his horse. 'I'm going first to Hawkenlye, Will,' Josse told him, 'and then on from there. I don't know how long I shall be.'

Will nodded. 'Gus and I will take care of the place in your absence,' he said.

Josse got into the saddle and reached down his hand to Helewise, pulling her up so that she sat in front of him, sideways across the horse's withers. Then he kicked Alfred and they set off across the forest.

Riding through the abbey gates some time later, Josse wished, not for the first time, that Helewise was not quite so stubborn. He understood her reason for avoiding Hawkenlye, but surely this was an emergency and she should have made an exception to her own rule.

Still irritated, Josse left Alfred in the stables with the young nun who had taken over from old Sister Martha and hurried to the abbess's room. If Gervase was at the abbey or expected soon, she would know. He knocked and went in.

Gervase stood just inside the door. 'I was about to come and seek you out, Josse,' he said. A slight frown creased his forehead.

'Good morning, Gervase.' Josse turned to bow to the abbess. 'My lady abbess.'

'As always, you arrive when we need you,' she murmured. She inclined her head towards Gervase. 'The sheriff has a task for you, if you will accept it,' she said, her voice grave.

'You want me to inform the dead man's parents of his death,' Josse said quietly. 'Aye, I guessed as much. That's why I'm here.'

'Leofgar believes you know the family,' Gervase said.

'I know Felix, or I did,' Josse replied. 'He may not remember me, for they say his mind wanders.'

'Shall you and I ride there together?' Gervase said. 'It is not far, I believe. We can be back here later today.'

'Aye, I'd be glad of your company,' Josse said. 'It's a grim task.'

As he and Gervase left the room, he sensed the abbess's sad eyes on them. Listening carefully, he could just make out the soft words of her prayer.

They made good time to the manor of the de Brionnes. The day was cold and bright, and the ground was hard. Even the descent into the low lands around the river did not slow them, as it usually did, for the weather had been dry recently and the rise in the water level that regularly came every winter had yet to happen.

They followed the track as it rose from the valley towards the North Downs, and presently Josse indicated the turning that led off it towards their destination. It was years since he had visited Felix de Brionne back in the early days of King Richard's reign, he recalled but he found the way without mistake.

They knew as soon as they rode into the well-kept yard that the sad news they brought had already reached the household. It was evident in the total absence of cheerful, everyday sounds and in the red-rimmed eyes of the lad who came out to take their horses. As they walked towards the impressive, iron-studded oak door, it opened and a grim-faced servant looked out at them.

'The family is grateful for your condolences,' he began, with the air of a man who had said the same thing many times already that day, 'but Sir Felix and Lady Beatrice are not receiving visitors today.'

The door was already closing when Gervase put his foot in the gap. 'I am Gervase de Gifford, sheriff of Tonbridge,' he said. 'This is Sir Josse d'Acquin, an old friend of your master.' He leaned closer and said very softly, 'We are the ones who attended the dead man's body and took it to Hawkenlye Abbey.'

The servant shot them a swift, inquisitive look. Then he nodded and, opening the door widely, ushered them inside.

A woman sat by herself in an elaborately-carved oak chair beside the wide hearth. She was dressed in a tight-bodiced, wide-skirted gown of dark velvet, and a veil covered her head and much of her face, held in place by a gold circlet. Hearing their footfalls, she raised her head and turned to look at them.

'I said no visitors, Stephen,' she said in a low voice made husky by grief.

'Beg pardon, my lady, but this is the sheriff and this is Sir Josse d'Acquin, a friend of the master,' the servant muttered. He added something in a whisper that sounded like they found the body.

It was not strictly true, but it was no time to quibble.

Lady Beatrice stared at them. She pushed back the veil, and Josse saw that she was perhaps in her late thirties. He also observed that, haggard with sorrow as she now was, she was still very beautiful. Her smooth brown hair was drawn back from a centre parting, and her large eyes were almost black. Her skin was good, her nose straight and delicate, and her mouth wide and shaped for laughter.

She was far from laughing now.

Greatly affected, Josse approached her and, bowing, took her cold hand in his. 'You have my deepest sympathy, lady,' he said. 'You and I have not met before, although, as your man here says, I know your husband from our service together under King Richard.'

She nodded. Josse was about to go on, but Gervase interrupted. Stepping forward to stand beside Josse, he said, 'I apologize for my abrupt manner, my lady, but it is my duty to discover how your son died. May I ask how you know of the tragedy? Sir Josse and I came here to tell you, but it seems to me that you have already been informed.'

She studied him. 'Leofgar Warin came and broke the news last night.'

'Leofgar,' Gervase breathed. Turning to Josse, he murmured, 'He did say he knew the family. I would have asked him to come and tell them, only I understood he was in haste to return home.'

It had been a kindness, Josse reflected, for Leofgar to put aside his own pressing needs in order to perform such a sad task. He wondered how Felix had taken the news.

He considered how best to ask her. He said, 'Lady Beatrice, is your husband not with you? Has he, perhaps, retired to bed to nurse his grief?'

The dark eyes met his. 'You would ask me, I believe, if my husband is able to comprehend what has happened. If his fast-failing wits have grasped the fact that his son is dead. My answer is that I do not believe so.' She dropped her head.

Then you face this tragedy alone, Josse thought. You poor woman.

'My lady, may we speak to Sir Felix?' Gervase was asking.

'You may,' came the quiet reply. 'He is in the chamber through there.' She pointed to where an arched doorway gave on to a pa.s.sage.

'Come with me, Josse,' Gervase hissed. Josse bowed again to the still figure in the chair and followed him through the arch.

Felix de Brionne lay in a high bed under heavy covers. He had aged greatly in the years since Josse had seen him. His face was a yellowish-grey colour, the cheeks so sunken that the large nose stood out like the prow of a s.h.i.+p.

Josse stepped up to the bed, bent over the old man and said softly, 'Felix? It's Josse.' The eyes fluttered open and Felix looked up at him. Josse smiled, and Felix's dry lips stretched in an answering smile.

'Josse,' he breathed. 'I remember you.'

Gervase, close beside Josse, leaned down and said, 'Your son is dead, Sir Felix, and we are very sorry. I am sheriff of Tonbridge, and I will do my best to discover how he died.'

The old man's brows drew together in a frown. 'My son,' he said. He stared at Josse, reaching out to grasp his hand. 'Hugh is my son. The other one, no.' Straining forward, he beckoned Josse nearer and said in a cracked whisper, 'I forgave her, long ago. I love her, you see, and she's young, much younger than me.' He lay back on the bank of pillows, panting slightly from the brief exertion. He closed his eyes. Josse exchanged a glance with Gervase and was about to suggest they tiptoe away and leave the old man to sleep when he spoke again.

Quite clearly, he said, 'There is something wrong with the other one.' Then his breathing deepened and presently he emitted a soft snore.

Josse led Gervase out of the chamber and back to the hall.

'Well?' Lady Beatrice asked as they came to stand before her.

Josse, embarra.s.sed, was about to make some innocuous comment and nudge Gervase into taking their leave. Gervase, however, was not ready to depart.

'My lady, I am sorry if this is painful and appears to you insensitive,' he said, 'but, as I said, it is my duty to discover all that I can about your son's death. In pursuit of that, there are questions that I must ask.'

Josse watched her reaction. She gave a faint sigh perhaps of resignation, as if she knew what was coming and nodded. 'Ask your questions,' she said quietly.

'Can you suggest any reason why Hugh would have been in the area in which we found him?' Gervase asked. 'It was out to the west of Hawkenlye Abbey, on a rise above the river.'

'No.'

'Does he have friends who live nearby? Kinsmen, perhaps?'

She looked at him levelly. 'Our family is small. My husband has one elderly cousin, but she is unmarried and childless. I am an orphan and have no brothers or sisters. I have three children: Hugh, a daughter who lives with her husband close to Canterbury, and another son.'

There was a long pause. Then Gervase said, 'And where does the other son live? Could Hugh have sought him out or gone to visit him?'

Her gaze did not falter. 'He lives here with Felix and me. He is not here at present. He is a grown man and keeps his own friends. It is not for his mother to question his comings and goings. As to whether Hugh was seeking him out, I doubt it. The brothers are not close.'

She closed her lips very firmly, as if determined to say no more. But Gervase was not satisfied. 'Will you elaborate, my lady?'

She gave a small sound of exasperation. 'Brothers are natural rivals, my lord sheriff. From childhood, sibling boys will always wish to be the first in the affection of their mother and their father.' She gave a brief shrug. 'My sons are no exception.'

Josse watched as, slowly and inexorably, her stiff face dissolved and the tears formed in her eyes. 'My sons . . .' she whispered. Then, squeezing her eyes shut, she said, 'Now I have but the one.'

Josse went to her, sensing from a pace away her struggle to hold on to herself. 'My lady, we will leave you,' he said. He glanced around for the servant, but the man was already hurrying over to his mistress. 'Look after her,' Josse said.

The servant's expression implied very clearly that he did not need Josse to tell him.

Josse had expected Gervase to head straight back to Tonbridge, or possibly the abbey, for his duty was surely to resume the search for Rosamund and, now, the hunt for who was responsible for Hugh de Brionne's death. With a painful effort, Josse turned his mind away from that. To his surprise, however, Gervase suggested they go to the House in the Woods. 'We are quite near,' he said, 'and perhaps I may impose on you for some food and drink.'

'Aye, of course,' Josse replied. It made sense, he supposed, although something in Gervase's manner was disturbing him. Did the sheriff share Josse's awful suspicions about Ninian? Was his strange, abstracted air because he knew he would have to arrest Josse's adopted son and charge him with murder?

With a s.h.i.+ver of dread, Josse put his spurs to Alfred's sides and hurried after Gervase.

They rode hard, covering the miles swiftly and without speaking. At the House in the Woods, Josse asked Will to tend the sweating, blowing horses, and he led Gervase inside the hall, where a very welcome fire burned in the hearth. He was about to call out to Tilly to bring food and drink when Gervase, with a hand on his shoulder, spoke.

'Josse, while I am here let me do as I said I would and check on your valuables,' he said.

'I don't care about my valuables!' Josse burst out. 'Dear G.o.d, this is no time for that, Gervase!'

Gervase's face hardened. 'I am doing all I can to find the girl, Josse,' he said coldly, 'but please remember that I have other obligations, one of which is to prevent theft. It may be a minor matter to you, but it is not to me.'

Josse waved a hand. 'Oh, very well,' he said grudgingly. Gervase was right, and he knew it. Forcing himself to concentrate, he looked around the wide hall, and his eye fell on the big oak chest that stood beside the door leading to the kitchen. He strode across to it and flung back the lid, revealing some tarnished silver vessels that had belonged to his mother and a wickedly-curved blade that his father had brought back from Outremer. 'Hardly worth a thief's trouble,' he remarked as Gervase knelt to look into the chest.

Gervase did not speak for a few moments. Then he said, 'Your daughter has a jewel.'

'Aye,' Josse breathed. He had forgotten the Eye of Jerusalem, the great sapphire that had also accompanied his father home from crusade. 'Follow me.'

He strode across the hall and, twitching aside a heavy hanging on the opposite wall, revealed a small wooden box set into the stonework. He reached inside his tunic and withdrew a small but heavy key, unlocking the little door. 'We keep the stone in here,' he said.

Gervase was right beside him, staring over his shoulder into the dark recesses of the box. 'The jewel is your daughter's, yet you have the key?'

'Meggie has her own key,' Josse said shortly.

'How many people know about this hiding place?'

Josse shrugged. 'Most of my household, I suppose, might know, although I don't think-'

Suddenly, Gervase stiffened. 'What was that?'

'What?' Josse felt alarm course through him.