‘The ease with which these disciples of the devil escaped any justice cannot be tolerated,’ declaimed Fulk as he wound up his exhortations. ‘Though the bishops, the archdeacons and the canons are the captains of our faith, we are the army they lead and we must impress upon them that we desire that this corruption in our midst is stamped out!’
After more in this vein, the portly priest made a beckoning gesture at the front row and invited Clement of Salisbury to stand alongside him on the chancel step.
‘We are fortunate in having not only a renowned physician in our congregation, a true disciple of St Luke in the healing arts, but one who is also a true soldier of Christ, unafraid to speak his mind and to demand the action we wish to see employed against these evil-minded heretics!’
He stepped to one side to allow Clement centre place, and the doctor threw out his arms as if to bless the audience and summon down the angels at the same time. Tonight he was soberly dressed in a long black tunic, without the central white apron that was affected by many physicians. His head was encased in a tight-fitting helmet of white linen, tied under the chin.
If Julian Fulk’s exhortation was forceful, it was nothing compared with the dramatic version which Clement delivered. Starting in measured tones, he rapidly escalated his passion until he was almost manic in his condemnation of anyone who diverged more than a hair’s-breadth from the tenets and ceremonies of the Holy Roman Church. Displaying a wide knowledge of the various types of heresy, he castigated Cathars, Waldensians, Gnostics and Pelagians, working himself up into a frenzy of denunciation that drew cries of agreement from the listeners. Matilda was afraid that her neighbour, red in the face, wide-eyed and with a trace of spittle at the corners of his mouth, might drive himself into an apoplexy. Glancing sideways at Cecilia, who stood alongside her, she saw that the wife was tight-lipped and rigid. Assuming that the younger woman was afraid for her husband’s health, she laid a reassuring hand on her arm, but then realised that the expression on Cecilia’s face was not one of concern, but disapproval or even hatred.
Surprised and concerned, Matilda took her hand away and turned back to watch Clement, who was coming to the crescendo of his diatribe, demanding that anyone suspected of heresy should be immediately arraigned before the bishop and subjected to the most rigorous penalties.
‘Excommunication, even anathema, is utterly insufficient!’ he thundered. ‘Those who undermine God’s holy institutions must be removed so that they can cause no more mischief! We all know and accept that if a lad steals a pot worth more than twelve pence, he is hanged! So is the price of a pot more important than preserving our beloved Church?’
He raised clenched fists over his head and bellowed his final words. ‘They must be expunged from the earth! In the days of the prophets, those who worshipped false gods were stoned to death — surely we must rid ourselves of this contagion, which is more dangerous than the yellow plague itself, by the gallows or the stake! Not let them sail away on the first convenient ship!’
To cheers and shouted support, he stepped down from the chancel, allowing the priest to return and hold up his hands for order.
‘Tomorrow, we will progress together down to the cathedral and stand outside the chapter house when chapter ends, so that we may respectfully approach the canons with our requests. We all know that there are many more blasphemers lurking in and around the city, and they must not be allowed to get away with their evil activities again!’
He gave a rapid blessing in Latin, and immediately many of the crowd clustered around Clement, showering him with congratulations and promises of support. Matilda noticed that a sizeable minority did not do so and quietly made their way out of the little church, looking uneasy at some of what had been said. She turned to Cecilia, who had made no effort to push her way to the front to join her husband among his circle of admirers.
‘The doctor is certainly an accomplished and forceful speaker,’ she said to Cecilia. ‘Though he is a renowned physician, he told us that he had once wished to take holy orders. I feel his sermons would have been outstanding.’
Clement’s wife turned a sombre face to Matilda. ‘And I feel that his passions and obsessions will one day be the death of him.’
In the early morning the little maid Alice stared at John coyly as she made them oat porridge and poached eggs, by now accepting that this menacing-looking man was entitled to sleep with her beloved mistress. Hilda walked him to the stable to watch his destrier being saddled, now becoming indifferent to any gossip that their affair might arouse among the neighbours.
‘I will go down to Stoke often, now that it seems likely that the plague has run its course,’ she promised. ‘I will try to help your mother and sister as much as I can, though I am no nurse.’
The handsome blonde rested her hand on his as he prepared to leave. ‘Don’t worry about matters down here, John,’ she said reassuringly. ‘I’ll make sure that my father keeps closely in touch with the bailiff at Stoke to make sure that they get any help they need from Holcombe.’
With a heavy heart at leaving behind all the people he loved, John hoisted himself on to Odin’s broad back and turned his head towards Exeter. He reached the city a few hours later, with some of the morning left, so he called at Martin’s Lane before going up to Rougemont. His main purpose was to prove to Matilda that he was back home, trusting that she would believe that he had made a swift journey from Stoke, rather than the shorter one from Dawlish. However, there was no sign of her, and Mary informed him that his wife had gone to the cathedral.
‘The mistress was full of this meeting at St Olave’s when she got home last evening,’ reported the cook-maid. ‘She even deigned to speak to me about it. It seems that Clement the physician was the leading figure. They have all gone off to petition the canons after the chapter meeting.’
De Wolfe glowered at her as if it was her doing. ‘Why is this damned doctor sticking his nose into Church business?’ he growled. ‘Let him keep to his pills and potions. The bloody canons have got enough power and money to look after their own affairs, without him meddling!’
‘From what your wife said, he wants to hang all heretics,’ replied Mary. ‘I gather from gossip in the markets that you and the sheriff are not looked on with much favour for letting those men on the quayside get away.’
John made a rude noise to indicate his indifference to public opinion. ‘Those rioters were just about to string them up from a tree when we rescued them! I only hope the one man that stayed behind is lying low, or his life won’t be worth a clipped ha’penny!’
He marched out of the house bound for the castle, intending to call in to see Thomas on the way. As he passed the door of his neighbour’s house, it opened and Cecilia emerged so opportunely that he suspected that she had been looking out for him since he had come from the stables opposite.
‘Sir John, can I detain you for just a moment?’ she asked in a low voice, but with an urgent ring to it. He bowed his head politely to her and moved across to stand with her on the doorstep. She did not invite him inside, and from her quick, nervous glance back into the house, she seemed not to want to speak within the hearing of her handmaiden.
‘Can I be of some service to you, mistress?’ he enquired courteously, always glad to be close to an attractive woman, especially if he could gain her favour. She wore no cover-chief, and her dark hair was plaited into two long ropes, each hanging down her bosom, the ends encased in silver tubes.
Standing in the cool autumn air, she wore a fur-edged blue velvet pelisse over a long gown of fine cream wool. John thought she looked delightful, and if he had not long left his lovely Hilda he might have been dangerously smitten.