The Rose Of The World Part 5

'We should speak to Abbess Caliste,' Josse said as they emerged into the cold, clear air. Helewise always used to come to witness old Euphemia's inspection of a victim's body, he thought before he could stop himself. Abbess Caliste, he knew, would have her own good reasons for not being present, and it was not for him to judge her. Cross with himself, he increased his pace. 'Come on.'

Gervase tapped on the door of the abbess's room, and her soft voice bade them enter. Observing her, Josse felt even guiltier over his brief disloyal thought. Her table was groaning under its load of heavy, bound ledgers and piles of vellum, and her eyes were bloodshot and ringed with the grey of extreme fatigue.

'Sir Josse, my lord sheriff, I deeply regret that I was not able to be there when the poor man was brought in,' she said, getting to her feet to greet them. 'I have been praying for his soul, and a ma.s.s will be said for him.'

She did not, Josse observed, give any excuse to exonerate herself, as well she might have done. 'You are busy, my lady,' he said, indicating the table.

'The king's agents were here two days ago,' she replied tonelessly.

There was no need for her to explain. 'Will the abbey survive?' he asked.

The lines of anxiety in her lovely face deepened, and she shrugged. Then, with a lift of her chin, she said, 'If I have anything to do with it, yes.'

Touched, Josse went forward and briefly took her hand. 'We have a little surplus at the House in the Woods,' he murmured.

She looked up at him with a smile. 'You have your own people to think of, dear Sir Josse. They are your responsibility, just as the abbey is mine.'

But I am not subject to the iron fist of a greedy and selfish king, Josse thought. n.o.body has come to Hawkenlye Manor to demand we hand over all our produce and all our income, to be given back to us if we do as we are told.

He could not, of course, say it aloud. Gervase was an old friend, and Josse would have trusted Caliste with his life, but such a comment was treason and walls had ears. Even or perhaps especially abbey walls.

He leaned closer to the abbess. 'We have enough,' he whispered. 'If you ever reach your wits' end, we are there.'

He was still holding her hand, and now she gave his a firm squeeze. 'Thank you,' she breathed. 'I know.'

He let go of her hand and, embarra.s.sed suddenly, stepped back to stand beside Gervase.

'So, the dead man,' Abbess Caliste said, sitting down in her great chair. It seemed to Josse as if she had briefly stepped out of her role as head of the abbey and now had re-entered it, for all at once it was undoubtedly she who held authority in the little room. Helewise, your successor was wisely chosen, he thought. Abbess Caliste was speaking, and he made himself pay attention.

'You do not know who he is, I imagine, or else you would have called him by his name,' she said.

'Correct,' Gervase said. 'We can say, however, that he is a man of quality, judging by his clothes and his general appearance.'

'I understand that he was found out to the west of here, close by the river.'

'Yes, my lady,' Gervase said. 'There is a track that leads along the river valley and then on to the hamlet of Hartfield, where the ground begins to rise up to the open heathland of the forest. It appears that the dead man made camp in the place where he died, although of course it is impossible to say in which direction he had been travelling.' He glanced at Josse. 'He rode a good-sized horse and he had someone with him, for there were signs that two people had lain beside the little fire that he made.'

Abbess Caliste did not reply. Her elbows were on the table, and she had propped her chin on her clasped hands. Her expression was serene, but Josse had the impression that, behind the calm features, her mind was working fast.

He was right. After a short time, she said, 'Two people and a horse spent the night in that camp. One is now dead. The horse and the other man have disappeared. It seems there are two possible explanations: one, the second person killed the man and rode away on the horse. Two, someone else arrived, fought the man in the camp and, having laid him out, left him for dead and rode away with the other person who was in the camp.'

Gervase was looking puzzled. 'Why should there have been anyone there besides the two who fought?' he demanded. 'There was only one horse there overnight and, if two people had rested there, surely there would have been a second one?'

'The pair might have ridden on one horse,' the abbess said.

Gervase muttered under his breath and Josse caught the words blasted Templars again. Addressing the abbess, Gervase said, 'As I said, why raise the possibility of a third person? I-'

Josse understood. He flashed an anxious glance at Abbess Caliste and said, 'She's thinking of Rosamund. Aren't you, my lady?'

Slowly, the abbess nodded. 'I am. Somebody took her away, but we know she did not have her own horse with her. Unless her abductor brought along a mount for her, then he must have borne her on his own horse. They rode off westwards, heading for some unknown destination, and, overcome by darkness, they stopped to rest for the night. Some time during the night or the next day, someone else came across them. He attacked the man and the two of them fought. The man was killed, and and-' She stopped, her face pale.

'And took Rosamund?' Josse asked softly. 'If, indeed, it was she who slept beside the camp fire that night, then where is she now?'

Abbess Caliste held his eyes. 'I do not know, Sir Josse,' she said. 'It is little enough to go on, but it would seem we have nothing else. If we agree that it may have happened in that way, does that not give us a focus in our search for her?'

'Of course it does!' Gervase said eagerly. Josse could sense the energy building up in him, bursting for release. 'We must gather all our men together and head out to the west, towards the Ashdown Forest. We-'

But Josse interrupted. 'He was taking her in that direction,' he said gently. 'The man who abducted her. It does not necessarily follow that whoever now has her has the same objective in mind.'

The horror that lurked beneath his words overcame him briefly. He put a hand to his face, hoping to hide his expression. He was too slow. Abbess Caliste's voice said calmly, 'Sir Josse, we must maintain our strength and go on trusting that she will be found safe and unharmed. We are praying for her constantly, and G.o.d will hear us.'

He looked up. There was such certainty, such absolute faith in her expression that for a moment he believed her. Then he thought of that lonely, desolate spot where the dead man had been found, and of the miles of empty countryside that stretched away all around it. It was the end of October, and the nights were cold. Rosamund was little more than a child.

He managed a smile. 'I am comforted, my lady. Meanwhile, we must do everything we can to help ensure this happy outcome.'

Gervase's impatience had got the better of him. 'You must excuse me, my lady,' he said, bowing to Abbess Caliste, 'for I have much to do if we are to pick up the trail while there yet remains any freshness in it. Now, in addition, there is the problem of how we are to discover the ident.i.ty of the dead man.'

'Of course,' she said. 'Go, my lord.'

'I also must leave you,' Josse said, backing out in Gervase's wake. 'I wish to break the news of this death to my household before they hear it from others and er, and fear the worst.'

'I understand,' the abbess said. 'Give them my love and tell them they are in my thoughts and in my prayers.'

He bowed. 'I will.' Then he hurried away.

Josse watched as Gervase shouted instructions to his men. Then they all rode off, the ground vibrating under the pounding hooves. He mounted Alfred, hurried out through the abbey's main gates and, setting a good, fast pace, took the slope up towards the dense woodland at a canter and headed off beneath the trees. Very soon the track became too narrow and overgrown to ride, and he dismounted, leading Alfred behind him.

He met Helewise on the path that led from the hut in the clearing. She was walking towards him and drew to a halt as he came into view.

'Josse!'

He was gratified that she looked both relieved and, he thought, happy to see him. 'Aye. I've come from the abbey.' He told her about the discovery of the body, explaining, as delicately as he could, Abbess Caliste's theory concerning Rosamund.

She took in his words without speaking. She squeezed her eyes shut at one point, and he feared she would break down, but she regained control. 'Thank you for coming to tell me,' she said after a moment. 'Tiphaine has returned to the abbey she was heading for the vale, so that's probably why you missed each other and she may have more to report when she comes back.'

'Would you like me to stay with you till she returns?'

He watched her as she considered the offer. It was hard to read her expression, but eventually she shook her head.

'No. Thank you, but no.' She took a step closer to him and reached up to touch his cheek. 'Dearest Josse, there is nothing I would like better than for you and I to walk hand in hand along the track and settle down together in the little hut, fastening the door against the wildwood and all the threats of this world, but it would be selfish in the extreme because everyone in the House in the Woods looks to you for guidance and leadership and they need you.' She paused. 'Besides, they know no more of this latest dreadful event but that a man's body has been found, for, indeed, that was all you knew when you left Geoffroi at the house and collected your horse.' Absently, she patted the horse's sweaty neck. 'You've been riding hard,' she observed.

Josse sighed. 'Aye, and I'm not done yet,' he said heavily. He knew she was right, and he must hurry on to the House in the Woods.

There was sympathy in her eyes. 'Poor Josse.' Then, brightening, she said, 'Perhaps there will be news at home! Many resourceful and determined people have been searching for her, and why should not one of them have found some clue as to where she is?'

'Because-' He stopped.

'Because?'

'They're all looking in the wrong place!' he blurted out. His frustration and his anger boiled over. 'Everyone who has gone out from the House in the Woods, Dominic's party out to the east and Leofgar's to the north, they'll find no trace of her because the accursed, b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d who took her rode off to the west!' he shouted. Then, hearing the echo of his furious words: 'I apologize, Helewise.'

'For calling the man who took my granddaughter an accursed, b.l.o.o.d.y b.a.s.t.a.r.d?' she asked spiritedly. 'Josse, I could not have phrased it better myself.'

He opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace. For a moment they stood pressed together, and she was holding him as tightly as he was holding her. But it was their common distress that united them, and he knew it.

It was he who broke away. He dropped a kiss on her forehead he was tall, but so was she and said, 'Farewell, Helewise. I will return soon, and sooner if there is any news.'

'I, too, will come to find you if I learn anything,' she replied. 'Please explain to Meggie why I'm using her hut.'

He was surprised. 'You mean you haven't told her yourself?'

'No. I haven't seen her since you and I set out for Tonbridge ' she paused 'yesterday morning.' Her face fell. 'Dear Lord, is it only a day? It seems like months.'

But he hardly heard. 'She has not been to the hut?'

'No, Josse.' She smiled. 'Don't worry, she'll be back at home. Where else would she be?'

'You're right,' he muttered, turning Alfred and pulling on the rein to get him to move off. He tried to squash the twitch of unease that was coursing coldly through him. 'Come on, Alfred, lift your feet.'

The horse reluctantly got going. Josse turned to look at Helewise, standing alone on the path.

'Don't worry,' she repeated. Then she gave a small wave, turned round and walked away.

The afternoon was drawing to a close as Josse led Alfred into the stable block at the House in the Woods. Will came out to meet him and silently took the horse's reins from his hand.

'He'll need a deal of attention tonight,' Will observed lugubriously. He glanced at Josse. 'Like his master,' he added.

'I'm all right,' Josse snapped, twisting round to scowl at Will. The movement tweaked his sore back, and a pain like a red-hot needle flashed right up his spine. 'Ouch,' he moaned.

Will watched him sympathetically. 'Tilly'll do you a hot poultice for that,' he said. 'Good at hot poultices, is Tilly.'

'Yes, Will, I know.' She ought to be, Josse reflected, since Meggie was teaching her. 'Thank you for your concern,' he added, 'and I'm sorry I snapped at you.' His face as impa.s.sive as ever, Will nodded an acknowledgement.

Then Josse understood the implications of what Will had just said. Tilly will do you a hot poultice. Tilly was the apprentice; Meggie was the teacher. So why hadn't Will said Meggie would do it?

He spun round to face Will, sending another knife point of fire through his lower back. 'Where's Meggie?' he asked urgently. 'Is she here? Is she?'

Will did not meet his eyes. 'No.'

'But she's been here, hasn't she? She's come and gone, along with the rest?'

Now Will looked at him. 'No, sir. She left some time yesterday morning.'

Anxiety burning through him like fire, Josse grabbed Will's arm. 'When did she leave?' He felt Will wince and let go of him, muttering an apology.

Will's deep eyes were screwed up tightly as he tried to think. 'Well, it was after you and the abbess you and the lady Helewise, that is had ridden off to find the sheriff and the lady's son.' His frown intensifying, he added, 'Reckon she was still here after you came back, though I couldn't swear to it.'

Had she been at the house when he returned? Josse tried to think. So much had happened yesterday, and they had all been beside themselves with worry. Meggie had definitely been there before Josse and Helewise left for Tonbridge he remembered her saying how Rosamund had been happily chattering to her. But he did not think he had seen her when he got home.

He tried to take it in. Meggie had left the House in the Woods yesterday morning and, according to Helewise, she had not gone to the hut. n.o.body, it seemed, had seen her for well over a night and a day . . .

Will cleared his throat and said tentatively, 'Sir?'

Somehow Josse knew he wasn't going to like whatever it was that Will was preparing to tell him. 'What is it?' he asked tersely.

With a visible effort, Will met his eyes. 'The lady's mare's missing.'

'Daisy?' It was a stupid and totally irrelevant question.

'Daisy,' Will confirmed.

'She's been stolen?' It was not all that likely, since the House in the Woods was well hidden and some distance from the road. But then Gervase had said something about robbers . . .

Will sighed. 'Reckon Meggie came for her,' he said.

'Why? What grounds do you have to say that?' Josse demanded.

'Because I'd put the mare's bridle aside on my workbench ready to repair a bit of loose st.i.tching, and whoever took the horse knew where to find it. So . . .'

'So it could only be one of us,' Josse finished for him.

There was a painful pause. Where are you, Meggie? Josse asked silently.

Somebody must know where she was.

He ran from the stables, across the yard and took the steps into the hall at a couple of bounds, the exertion giving rise to another groan of pain. He flung open the heavy wooden door and burst into the hall. A fire was blazing in the hearth, and around it sat Geoffroi, Gus and Tilly. Tilly's younger children, subdued for once, sat in a corner quietly playing with their toys. The eldest child, a boy, sat close to his father, and Gus had an arm around the lad's thin shoulders. Ella, presumably, was in her habitual place in the kitchen.

Just as Will had said, Meggie was not there. Josse repeated his question: 'Has Meggie been home today?'

Gus looked up at him, surprised. 'No! We thought she'd be over at the hut.'

'She's not. She hasn't been there at all.'

'Oh, no! Then where is she?' Geoffroi looked wildly around, his expression anguished.

'Will thinks she's taken Daisy,' Josse added. 'Where can she have gone?'

'She's probably met up with one of the other search parties and gone back with them,' Gus said reasonably. 'Dominic was here earlier. He found nothing,' he added quickly, in response to Josse's unspoken enquiry, 'and he said he was going to make his way slowly back to New Winnowlands and aim to be there as darkness fell.'

Dominic. Oh, Dominic. 'How is he?' Josse said gruffly.

Gus shrugged. 'He's holding up.'

Poor Dominic had to go home to Paradisa this night, Josse realized, and tell her the child is still out there somewhere. Dear Lord, help them both.

Tilly got up and went to stand beside Josse. 'Come and eat,' she urged. 'Ella's got hot food all ready, and there's a jug of spiced wine just waiting for the hot poker to make it steam.'

Food. Wine. Josse realized how hungry he was. He subsided on to a bench by the fire and, looking gratefully at Tilly, said, 'Aye, I like the sound of both of those.'