The man, grinning sheepishly, was right by his elbow.
The monk filled their cups.
“So you saw the fires too. At least you believe me, Brother?” Keeping an eye on Thomas, the man raised his cup with two hands and gulped a mouthful.
Nodding, the monk took time to drink before he asked, “When did you first see the lights?”
The soldier scowled with such concentration that he might have been trying to decipher the mystery of Latin script. “Not long after the baron came back from Outremer. I’m sure of that, but as to day or time I cannot say. I’m on watch most nights, usually after supper. At first, I thought the Devil had created some phantasm to jest with me, so I stopped the next time to shake a fist at him for his mockery. The fires didn’t disappear, and I began to think they were no imagining. I watched, like you did just now, and had no doubt about what I saw. You think they’re demons with hellfire torches, dancing on the beach?”
Walking back to the window, Thomas looked out toward the cove. No more lights relieved the darkness, but he was sure he had seen something. “Did you tell anyone?”
“Oh, aye! My sergeant. What if he had awakened to find some soldier in the service of…” He waved his hand. “…the French king, Phillip the Bold, grinning over him, and I had said nothing about lights in the cove? He’d have had my guts for sausage.”
Although he knew the seriousness of such a danger, the monk was also amused by the soldier’s image. “The invader would have cut your sergeant’s throat before he had time to punish you.”
The man pointed his cup toward the stairwell. “You don’t know my sergeant. A minor inconvenience, a slit throat. He’d have tucked his head under one arm and used the other to lash my butt with the flat of his sword.”
“Now that’s a dutiful servant any liege lord would wish!” Thomas laughed. “What did he do when he heard your report?”
“Took several of us down to the cove to search for the cause.”
The wind lulled momentarily. Voices rose from below the tower window. Curious about who might also be on the wall tonight, Thomas leaned into the window to peer down into the night.
There must be at least two men just below him, but the thickness of the wall around his window prevented Thomas from seeing any just beneath him. From his voice, the monk suspected the hidden man was his prioress’ brother. The other he did not know. Had they seen anything in the cove?
Sliding back from the window, he turned again to the soldier. “What did you find?”
“Nothing. It must be as I said: Satan’s imps.”
“If you found no torches, footprints, horse dung…” Thomas touched each finger as he pretended to consider the possibilities aloud. He did not want to insult the man, but he feared the investigation might not have been thorough. Just how seriously would this unknown sergeant have taken the word of a man, cold and lonely, who might be prone to imaginings as he paced a deserted wall?
“There had been a high tide, but the Devil is too clever to leave any evidence if he wishes to keep his antics secret. He doesn’t need a tide to wash it all away.”
Thomas grinned in concurrence as he nodded at the soldier. The man was not as naïf as he had feared. “So your sergeant decided there was nothing amiss?”
“Aye and told me plain enough that I shouldn’t drink all the ale between watches.” He snorted. “Like any man, I’ll not turn away a warming cup, but anyone can speak to my lass about how much I drink. Never take too much that I can’t please her in bed.” He flushed.
“Well, we both saw the lights tonight,” Thomas replied and lifted his cup. “We’d only drunk this one to fend off the chill.” He finished the drink. “Did any of the others on watch see these fires?”
A disgusted look crossed the man’s face. “One might have done, or else he feigned it. He said a thing or two on the way down to the beach, suggesting he expected to share in any praise. After I was rebuked, he changed his mind and mocked me like the rest.”
Thomas shook his head in sympathy.
“Might this man admit to seeing anything if I talked with him?”
The soldier spat his contempt. “I cannot be sure he was a witness to anything. He’s fast enough with an open palm if coin’s offered, but I won’t vouch for his honest telling once paid.”
That conclusion Thomas had already reached, but now he wondered about those two men on the wall tonight. If one of them was Sir Hugh, the monk knew he could not approach him and ask questions about what he might have witnessed in the cove. Not only was the knight’s animosity a factor, there was another reason the monk hesitated.
A castle wall on any winter night was a cold place for both a casual meeting and companionable talk. Thomas himself had paced the walls, meeting only this soldier on watch, and they had retreated to the tower for conversation. What if Hugh had reason not to want any witness to his meeting with this unknown man?
He decided to avoid his prioress’ brother entirely. Somehow he must find a way to acquire any information through her. Surely there was a way to phrase his request and avoid revealing that he had witnessed any meeting between Hugh and another man.
Nothing was coming to mind. He turned around to ask the soldier a question.
The man was very quietly pouring more wine into his cup.
“Is that where Roger, the baron’s son, drowned?” Thomas asked, looking back at the window and gesturing toward the cove as if he had not seen the act.
“Aye.”
When Thomas looked over his shoulder, the soldier gestured politely at the pitcher. The monk courteously refused, suggesting the man drink instead. “If those lights were demons, they might have killed him,” the monk said, not believing that such had been the case but hoping to elicit an interesting response.
The man’s face grew noticeably pale.
And that was an intriguing reaction, Thomas thought, and decided to pursue this line of questioning to see where it might lead. “You have nothing to fear from me. I am only a guest here and not known to the baron. Whatever you tell me will never be traced back to you. I swear it.”
This time the soldier did not wait for an invitation and poured himself more wine. “I confess I did not like the son much.” He shrugged. “He followed after my lass and once pushed her against the wall.”
Thomas saw the remembered hot anger surging through the man’s cheeks.
“She jabbed him with her knee though.” Then he grinned. “Said he didn’t have much between the legs, yet he did howl as if he did and never troubled her again.”
“He was the baron’s third son?”
“Aye. Gervase, the one just buried, was the second. He became heir after the first died of a fever.”
The man did love a story, but, on the hope he might learn something pertinent that he did not know enough to ask, Thomas opted for the wiser course of letting the soldier talk for a while.
“He’d been promised to the Church, and had professed a liking for the religious life. Still he seemed to have taken to the change in vocation well enough, or at least he didn’t speak ill of it. He drank a lot though. Would have made a merry enough priest, like our old one. That seemed his only vice and probably why he and our priest got along so well.”
“Celibacy was not his problem unlike the one who drowned?”
“Gervase liked to keep the wine close and women at a distance. But that third-born? He was the opposite in his vices. Women were his drink of choice, not that he didn’t like a cup or two. When he inherited the religious vocation, no one thought he’d be easy with celibacy. There were so many of his by-blows around that several prayed that God would geld him. None here grieved when he died, except his parents.”
“Then he had many enemies who might have killed him.”
“He did have enough of them amongst fathers, brothers, and at least one husband.” The soldier thought for a moment. “But I doubt any would have murdered him.” He straightened and tucked in his chin. “Had he managed to swink my lass, I’d have thought about it, for cert. Never would have done anything though, and not because I’d be afraid of hanging either. My soul would have flown straight to God’s hands on the grateful prayers of everyone here. Still, I’d not want to bring pain to the baron’s wife, nor would anyone else. She’s earned our love with her kindness during her husband’s absence.”