Gwenhwyfar_ The White Spirit Part 17

In the morning, nothing much had changed, except for the rumors flying about the camp. As she had expected, a garbled version of Gwalchmai's narrative was all over the encampment, and the stories of how Gwyn ap Nudd had made off with Abbot Gildas were even more incredible than what had actually happened. In some, he vanished in a flash of lightning, in others, he grew great wings and carried Gildas off, and in some . . . good lack, it was Gildas Gildas who sprouted wings and flew to the Island. who sprouted wings and flew to the Island.

At least she could, with great virtue, make the a.s.sertion that none of that had originated with her her men. men.

In the meantime, the orders from the High King were to wait. So, wait they did. Morning became midday, and still there was no sign of anything going on, either on the mainland or on the island. The mist did not lift; if anything, it thickened. An overcast day meant everything was shrouded in gloom, and it was easy to imagine strange shapes in the mist. Most men stuck close to camp, save for hers. King Lleudd's force, emboldened perhaps by her connection to the Folk of Annwn, went out hunting and fishing. Gwen thought about trying to pay a visit to the Ladies and the Cauldron Well, then thought better of it. With all these strangers here, they had probably hidden the entrance to their school and stronghold, as they often did when times were uneasy, and although they would probably let her in, it might take her a while to get their attention. Besides, she had little or no magic these days. She would not be there as a fellow Lady, but rather as one who comes to see the sights . . . not entirely welcome under the circ.u.mstances. No, they knew she was here. If they wanted to see her, they would send a messenger, and if they did not send one, it was because mere visitors were not, at the moment, welcome.

The High King had not summoned her though he had sent courteous, if overly formal, greetings and thanks to her and her father and further thanks for the gift of the two of her father's famous gray cavalry horses that she had brought. Until she was summoned, it was poor manners to intrude on him and his councils, and really, there was not much more she could add. Nothing about this situation answered to either Roman tactics or anything she was good at. Add to that-her name. It would not be easy, hearing the name of his runaway wife attached to someone else.

But there was not much more she could do here at the camp, except add to gossip. She saw to her gear, but she had been so thorough that there was nothing left that she needed to attend to; Rhys and Pryderi were not much inclined to go riding out in the mist and gloom and showed their reluctance clearly. She didn't blame them and couldn't think of a reason why she needed to risk their legs and necks to an accident. After a good long while of staring blankly at the fire, it occurred to her that there was one foot of the power triangle here she could visit after all. After mulling it over, deciding against it, then deciding she was being a coward, she went to have a look at the church and abbey of the Christ priests.

It was not very imposing; the abbey was about the size of the village at Castell y Cnwclas; it was not a single building but a bevy of little wattle huts inside an enclosure, with the church, a more substantial timber structure, at the center. The huts looked like chicks surrounding a hen, and the church was about half the size of her father's castle. But one thing struck her almost forcibly when she ventured inside the dark, incense-scented building; as small as it was, within those four walls she encountered a sense of deep peace the like of which she had not felt outside of a Sacred Circle. And that-was astonishing.

When she left the church, she was accosted by a swarm of the inhabitants. The monks that lived at the abbey were all in a state, not quite panic but certainly great anxiety about the well-being of Gildas. She got the sense that he was greatly admired, and even loved, here. And far from being made to feel unwelcome, when they made sure of who she was, she had a group of tonsured men in plain brown and black robes surrounding her, pressing fresh, hot bread and b.u.t.ter and a mug of small beer into her hands, asking her anxious questions. Was this Gwyn ap Nudd truly an evil creature? Was he honorable? Could he be trusted? Would he use some sort of magic on Gildas to corrupt him? Would the Abbot come back to them safely?

"Wait, wait," she said, as they cl.u.s.tered around her. "I will answer any question I can, but I must be able to hear them!" She got them to stop talking all at once, finally, and sat down on a stone bench in the abbey herb garden where they had gathered around her. "I'll tell you everything I know about the Folk of Annwn and Gwyn in particular," she said, calmly, rea.s.suringly. "But first of all, Gwyn ap Nudd is a friend to the High King, and, so I was told this morning, counted among the King's Companions of the Round Table even if he seldom comes to court." She waited for them to take that in. "If he comes to the Round Table, he has already pa.s.sed the many tests that the High King sets his men. Yes?"

They looked at each other, then nodded.

"Now, among the Folk of Annwn, vows are taken as seriously as-" she looked about her, and although she did did see a few faces showing suspicion or fear, she didn't see any she would have thought dishonest "-as seriously as among you. Vows are sacred. Gwyn will have taken the same vows to the High King that all the Companions have, and one of those is to protect those who do not bear arms." see a few faces showing suspicion or fear, she didn't see any she would have thought dishonest "-as seriously as among you. Vows are sacred. Gwyn will have taken the same vows to the High King that all the Companions have, and one of those is to protect those who do not bear arms."

"That is true," murmured the fellow who had insisted she have some of his beer. "Women, children, and men of the cloth . . ."

"Furthermore, among the Folk of Annwn, the person of an envoy is held in the highest esteem. Their lives are sacred. Their words are to be listened to with courtesy, and they are not to be threatened nor harmed just because one side does not like what they have to say. Abbot Gildas is an envoy. Gwyn will defend him to the death and would not allow harm to come to him even at the hand of his own lady or son. I would lay my own own life on that or that of my father, whom I hold dearer than myself." life on that or that of my father, whom I hold dearer than myself."

There was a collective sigh of relief at that, and a little of the tension eased. "Now, as to the Folk of Annwn . . . no, they are not mortal as we are. But they are not demons, either. They are just . . . other." She shook her head. "It is hard to explain, but I think I can pledge to you that Gwyn of the Annwn would have no more difficulty in being within the walls of your church, there, than I did."

"A demon cannot abide within church walls," said someone else. "Nor stand on consecrated ground."

She had to smile a little. "I daresay that if you looked closely at some of those who have come once or twice to your rites, you would find that more than one of them are of the Folk, for they are a curious set of peoples, and you are their near neighbors. They dwell in the Other World, not here on the middle earth, nor heaven, nor h.e.l.l, but as if it were sideways sideways to the lands we know. The doors to their lands are few; two are here, which is why Gwyn's stronghold is here." to the lands we know. The doors to their lands are few; two are here, which is why Gwyn's stronghold is here."

"I heard a tale once," one of the fellows faltered. When the others made encouraging murmurs, he got up courage and went on. "It was said that when Lucifer revolted and made war in heaven, there were some spirits that would take neither G.o.d's side nor the Devil's. And so, when the battle was over, and Lucifer and his minions cast into h.e.l.l, these other spirits were also driven from Heaven. Because they had not taken G.o.d's side, they could not remain. But because they had not taken Lucifer's either, they were not sent to h.e.l.l. And so they came to live beside, but not among, mortals, in a state that was half of spirit and half of the world . . ." His voice trailed off, uncertainly.

She shrugged. "I had not heard that tale before, but it is as likely as any other explanation. They are as many and varied as mortals and all the mortal creatures. There are good, bad, and middling ones. Many are tricksters. Some are evil, but Gwyn will keep those those firmly under control here. They are quick to anger, slow to forget. A gift places a debt of obligation on them, and the freer and more genuine the gift, the greater the obligation. They will always hold by the letter of a bargain, but you must be careful, because if they feel they are being coerced into it in any way, they will try to find a way out of it. As I said, they hold the person of an envoy sacred. The best thing you can do if ever you see one is to offer it a gift, however small; by making a gift you will bind them not to harm you, and they will not rest until they feel they have discharged their obligation. Bread is always a good gift." She thought some. "Would you continue to live in peace with Gwyn's folk?" firmly under control here. They are quick to anger, slow to forget. A gift places a debt of obligation on them, and the freer and more genuine the gift, the greater the obligation. They will always hold by the letter of a bargain, but you must be careful, because if they feel they are being coerced into it in any way, they will try to find a way out of it. As I said, they hold the person of an envoy sacred. The best thing you can do if ever you see one is to offer it a gift, however small; by making a gift you will bind them not to harm you, and they will not rest until they feel they have discharged their obligation. Bread is always a good gift." She thought some. "Would you continue to live in peace with Gwyn's folk?"

"We had rather convert them and save their souls, if souls they have," said a dry voice from the rear of the group. "As our brothers in Eire saved the souls of the Daughters of Lyr. But yes, if we can buy peace of them-"

"Then make a gift of bread at the water's edge, once a week, say, if you have it to spare." She smiled. "Most of them live beneath the Lake, and it is a little difficult to bake bread at the bottom of a lake. Mark it with one of your crosses, so that they will know from whom it comes, and nothing evil will be able to touch it."

There were murmurs, but nods. She found herself smiling even more; she had not expected to like these men and certainly had not expected them to be asking advice of her.

They asked her a few more questions, which she answered as honestly as she could, and she left burdened with bread, b.u.t.ter, and honey for her men, for the abbey's cattle and bees were evidently famous. One of the monks came with her, there was so much to carry.

She returned to the encampment burdened as much by thought as by the gifts. She had expected acute disapproval, even hatred. While some of those men clearly disapproved of her, more simply accepted her as her own people accepted her. And there was no hatred. Mostly they seemed to be grateful that she was taking the time to explain things and rea.s.sure them. Even those who seemed to disapprove of her had listened to her words.

So she found again, when she had seen that the food was properly distributed. As the monk said farewell and began to leave, he suddenly turned back to her.

"You are a great and kind lady, to have spent so much time explaining matters," he said, shyly. "I hope you do not mind that I brought the brothers to speak with you."

She grinned a little. "So it was your doing?"

He flushed. "Aye. When I saw you in the chapel, as fair as Our Lady is said to be, and with such a look of peace upon you, I knew that you had a good heart, even though your soul is pagan. I knew that you would tell us the truth and not put us off, as lord Kai has done. And I knew that because you are a woman that knows the hearts of your men, you would see us as a kind of warrior too and serve us the truth, instead of seeing us as womanly, as the Companions do, and serve us empty a.s.surances."

She was so taken aback that all she could do was blink and blush. He didn't seem to mind; he just took her hand and wrung it a little.

"I know that goodness and beauty do not always go hand in hand," he finished, simply, "But in you, White Spirit, I think they are united. G.o.d's blessing on you. I will pray for you."

He trotted off back to his duties and his brothers, leaving her staring dumbfounded after him.

Chapter Eighteen.

On the third day after Gwyn vanished with Gildas, a parley flag appeared on the tower of Melwas' stronghold. After much discussion, Arthur sent his foster-brother Kai out in a boat to hear what was to be said. day after Gwyn vanished with Gildas, a parley flag appeared on the tower of Melwas' stronghold. After much discussion, Arthur sent his foster-brother Kai out in a boat to hear what was to be said.

They watched as Kai was taken into the stronghold. And then there was more waiting. As the time pa.s.sed, the tension grew greater, and it was with tremendous relief that they all saw Kai come back out again.

This time, he was not alone. Two more men were with him; in the shifting mists, it was hard to make out more than Kai's red tunic and the vague shapes of the other two, but- "No, fair cousin, one of them is not me," said Gwyn right into her ear. She jumped, and he laughed as she spun to face him. She was standing a little apart from the rest of her men, and they didn't seem to have noticed that Gwyn had simply-well, probably, he had pulled the same trick as he had the last time, stepping out of nowhere to end up beside her.

"Gildas is a stiff-necked fellow, but honest and fair, and once I saw that he was going to make good on his boast, I left him to it," Gwyn told her. "Let him have all the fame, if fame comes from this, for reconciling Melwas with your High King." He chuckled a little. "In truth, cousin, I think that Melwas was getting mightily weary of the company of his prize, confined as he was to one small island, and not all of that."

"And will he still be calling himself 'King of the Summer Country'. . . cousin?" she asked.

His smile grew teeth. "I think not. He has seen that it is not wise to usurp what is another's, whether it be a wife or a t.i.tle. And by the way, I thank you for calming his flock of little brown chicks." The smile softened. "That was courteously done."

She flushed a little. "That hadn't been my intention when I went to look over their hennery," she said, with a slight laugh. "But they clucked and fussed so, it moved me to pity. Besides, it was no great effort, I only had to tell them the truth."

"As fair-spoken as you are fair of face," he laughed. "It is as well that I have me a lady who holds my heart fast-and you you have your duties to your father. Elsewise I would steal you away as Melwas stole that fool of a Gwenhwyfar to the true Summer Country." He lifted an elegant brow and gave her a thoughtful look. "I think you have great things in you, cousin. I do not yet know what they are, but surely the hand of a G.o.ddess is on you." have your duties to your father. Elsewise I would steal you away as Melwas stole that fool of a Gwenhwyfar to the true Summer Country." He lifted an elegant brow and gave her a thoughtful look. "I think you have great things in you, cousin. I do not yet know what they are, but surely the hand of a G.o.ddess is on you."

She was a little fl.u.s.tered now, although she was determined not to show it. That was twice, now, that men had called her attractive. She was not at all sure what to make of this . . .

Then again . . . the two men who had found her lovely were the King of the Annwn and a monk. Neither were "men" in the ordinary sense. She ought not to place too much importance on this.

"Have you any notion of what Gildas brought about?" she asked instead.

"Some. He'll turn over the queen, of course. And for taking her, there will be some Christian punishment or other. I think he'll be giving over his stronghold to Gildas, though what the monks will do with it, I've no notion." He shrugged. "They do not trouble me, I do not trouble them. They will bring no weapons of iron and steel to my door, and that is all I care for."

She pondered this. "Well . . . if ever the Saxons overrun this place, the stronghold will make a safe place for them to go."

Gwyn nodded, his eyes on the nearing figures. "And this is no bad thing. Blood spilled so near my door would bring the sort of the Folk that I do not care for. The sort that only look for more blood, and finding it not, goes hunting for it. That is always bad. You mortals are not so discriminating when it comes to my kind and are like to punish all for the faults of a few."

She could find no reason to dispute that claim and sighed. "I wish it were not so. But if wishes were horses, my father would have no need for stallions."

"Well said." He bowed a little to her. "With that, fair cousin, I take my leave. The Folk still owe you something of a debt. You may feel free to claim it of me at your will."

And then, he stepped . . . away . . . again. A single pace to the side, and he was gone, just as the boat touched the sh.o.r.e.

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And so there was more waiting.

Not with the tension that there had been, however. Her men, grateful for the fresh bread, something all too seldom seen by warriors in the field, went out hunting and fishing again, and they shared their catch with the monks, who in turn supplied another round of bread and honey. An interesting spirit of camaraderie sprang up between them; a spirit she encouraged. In the rest of the encampment, the sense of relief was palpable. It was one thing to go to war against the Saxons; they were the enemy. It was quite another to go to war against someone whose men you had recently fought beside.

There was no doubt that Gildas was going to do well out of this. He did not much care for Arthur, or so it was said by a few of the monks, but he cared even less for Christian to be fighting Christian. And he would likely exact some sort of price from Arthur as well as from Melwas for his services. Gwen could not fault him for any of this; actually, it only seemed fair. When he had agreed to negotiate, he he knew nothing of Gwyn ap Nudd, had no a.s.surances that Melwas would not kill him out of hand, nor that Gwyn himself could be trusted. Gwen might not like Gildas, but she could admire his courage. knew nothing of Gwyn ap Nudd, had no a.s.surances that Melwas would not kill him out of hand, nor that Gwyn himself could be trusted. Gwen might not like Gildas, but she could admire his courage.

Finally, just before sunset, the word came at last.

And shortly after the word, the lady who was the cause of it all.

A breeze-no doubt engineered by Gwyn ap Nudd-blew the mists off the lake as she came, rowed over in another boat. The setting sun touched her golden hair and made of it a crown and gilded her linen gown. She sat upright and proud in the stern of the boat, with no sign that she felt any guilt.

Gwen was not sure what her feelings were. Mostly relief that all of this was over. Some contempt, perhaps. And puzzlement, that the woman would be so foolish as to desert a man who engendered such pa.s.sionate loyalty. It should have been obvious that very few of his allies would desert him and that the ruse that she had been carried off against her will could not have held up for very long.

l.u.s.t? Love? Ambition?

Not that it mattered in the long run.

When she alighted, she was surrounded immediately; the bodies of Companions and monks hid her from view, so it was impossible to tell if she was led off, taken off as a prisoner, or went under her own power and will. But off she went, heading for the High King's tent, where Arthur and Gildas awaited. Melwas was gone. The queen would face her judgment alone.

Gwen shook her head and decided that today might be a good day to go hunting.

She returned, empty-handed, which didn't really surprise her; with so many men hunting the same fields, the game was probably hunted out by now. And perhaps because of that very thing, she returned to find many of the allies already packing up to leave.

"Have we been dismissed?" she asked Afon ap Macsen, her second in command.

"Not yet. But there is no real reason to hold us here," he pointed out, and looked uncomfortable. "A good fight, that's one thing. But this-it isn't the sort of thing a man likes to have witnesses to."

Well, she could see that. The High King had been made a cuckold of in front of his allies, and his queen hadn't looked in the least repentant. She wondered what Arthur would do.

It wouldn't have been a question if he had been a follower of the Old Ways, as her father was. King Lleudd would have had an easy choice, since a woman, particularly a queen and a Lady, did did have one irrefutable excuse for something like this. have one irrefutable excuse for something like this.

It was done for the Land.

Arthur was still childless and looked to remain so. And while he was still in fighting trim, his queen, if she had been a Lady, would have been bound to show herself fertile. And . . . well . . . this was his way to prove prove he was still worthy to represent the Land. If the Old Stag could not drive off or slay the Young Stag, then it was more than time for the Young to supplant the Old. he was still worthy to represent the Land. If the Old Stag could not drive off or slay the Young Stag, then it was more than time for the Young to supplant the Old.

Even time for the Old Stag to shed his blood to renew the Land. Now, that had not yet happened with her father, in no small part because neither Ifan nor Caradoc were minded to make the challenge to King Lleudd. Besides, Cataruna was firmly Pywll's Lady, and the vigorous and very, very virile Ifan was Lord to her Lady. There was no need for King Lleudd to be the Land King, for Cataruna had a consort, and all was well.

But Arthur- Well, the Old Stag had conquered the Young, so no one would be pressing for him to be supplanted yet. And it was through no fault of his own that he had no heirs but Medraut.

Gwen sighed. "Tell the men to be ready to move out. You are right. I have no wish for the High King to have us present for this."

The queen was a follower of the Christ, and there were no excuses for her behavior in their creed. She would have no allies there. Not even Gildas would support her now.

Gwen tried to think of what options were open to Arthur. This was treason, of course. But would he put her to death? Could he put her away by Christian law? If he tried to put her away from him, she was still going to be a source of contention for his throne. She could still attract another like Melwas, maybe more. She could still be a source of trouble.

It was a situation fraught with ugliness and difficulty, and one she was deeply grateful that she was not involved in.

There was one thing she might do, though; it would remind Arthur that the followers of the Old Ways had not wavered in their loyalty, and it would reflect well on her father.

She had come here with a gift of horses for himself and his Companions, but in antic.i.p.ation of fighting, all of King Lleudd's men had come with extra mounts. She herself had brought six-Rhys and Pryderi of course, but also four more, just in case something happened to her two main mounts. Now she pulled those four extras from the picket line, found a squire, and sent them off to the High King with the simple message that the horses were from King Lleudd Ogrfan Gawr.

The camp was uneasy that night and unsettled. This did not taste like victory, even though Arthur had won.

Talk around the fires was subdued, and no one had much appet.i.te. Gwen was thinking very strongly of making use of that mead Cataruna had sent along to help her to sleep early, when she looked up to see one of Gildas' monks peering around the circle of warriors at her fire. He finally whispered to the one nearest him, and to Gwen's further surprise, the man stood up and conducted the monk courteously to her.

"If you would be so kind," the monk said, diffidently, once he had given her the bow of respect, "Abbot Gildas would like to speak with you."

She stood up immediately. "I would be honored," she said honestly. Whatever the abbot wanted her for, he was clearly an important man. He was also a beloved man; however disagreeable he had seemed to her, her, he had to have earned that regard. he had to have earned that regard.

So, she would give him the courtesy that she hoped he would show her, and see what happened.

The monk conducted her quickly to the Abbey, and it was quite clear that the subdued mood in her camp was shared across the entire encampment.

Gildas was waiting for her at another fire, and he rose to greet her without the disagreeable expression he had worn before. She gave him the same bow of respect that she would have given the Merlin.

"Lady . . . I wish to thank you," Gildas said awkwardly. "You were very kind to rea.s.sure my people."

"Abbot Gildas, your people were extremely worried for you, and they deserved to have someone treat them with courtesy," she replied. "The High King's Companions would have done so if they themselves knew what I did about the Folk of Annwn. Since they did not, and what I knew could ease the hearts of your people and allow them to devote their attention to-to-"

"To prayer and their devotions," Gildas supplied, with a little smile. "Yes. And again, I thank you. I also wish to apologize to you. Without knowing anything of you, I harbored ill thoughts of you. You, in turn, rather than doing the same to me, have given me a lesson in what should have been Christian Christian charity. For this lesson, too, I thank you. I want you to know that despite our differences in belief, you may count me as a friend." charity. For this lesson, too, I thank you. I want you to know that despite our differences in belief, you may count me as a friend."

She was for a moment taken aback, but she quickly recovered. "I am honored, and I would be more honored if you will accept the same from me."

"I know that you are all curious as to what is to happen to the queen." He sighed. "I should prefer, as you seem to not be p.r.o.ne to exaggeration, if you were to make it known that the High King and the queen will remain here for a time while I strive to make peace between them."

She winced. "I do not envy you that task. This was . . . a sad and bitter thing."

"I wish that I had hope of success." A shadow pa.s.sed over Gildas' face. "But that will be as G.o.d wills it. I shall do my best. Arthur is a great man. I would that he were more a man of peace and less of war . . . for one of my brothers rebelled against him, you know, and met his death at Arthur's hands."

Well, that explains a great deal . . .

"Still I have forgiven him. And I know him to be a great, and great-hearted, man. And a good leader, of the sort that this land needs. He has a vision of this part of the world being united and strong, as the old empire of the Romans was. I hope that this does not harden his heart and make something terrible out of a good man."

Something terrible . . . like the sort of man who could order the deaths of infants? She said nothing, however, only nodded. She and Gildas exchanged a little more conversation, then he pleaded exhaustion, and she took her leave-making sure to stop with several war chiefs on the way back to her encampment to relate what Gildas had tacitly asked her to pa.s.s on. She said nothing, however, only nodded. She and Gildas exchanged a little more conversation, then he pleaded exhaustion, and she took her leave-making sure to stop with several war chiefs on the way back to her encampment to relate what Gildas had tacitly asked her to pa.s.s on.

And then she and her men followed the example of the rest, packed up, and returned, thankfully, to their homes.

Nevertheless, she was somehow not at all surprised to learn, about a month after their return, that Queen Gwenhwyfar had caught an unexpected chill, sickened, and died, and was buried on the grounds of the Abbey.

PART THREE.