Thomas reached out his hand, but Sayer had already left.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eleanor sped through Amesbury at such a determined pace that her two attendants were left some distance behind. In a dutifully courteous but clearly anguished tone, one cried out a plea for her to wait. She stopped and, turning, saw a plump young merchant emerge from a path between two houses.
"I am Bernard the glover, my lady," he said in warm greeting. "Mistress Alys told me what comfort you have been to her family after this tragic murder of her uncle."
"Grief is part of the human condition, good sir, but God never intended it to come without His comfort." Eleanor's suspicion of the man was briefly tempered with sympathy for young lovers. If he knew of that very recent visit, he and Alys had managed to keep in contact despite Mistress Woolmonger's probable and disapproving watchfulness.
"Are you returning to visit Mistress Jhone?" he asked, folding one hand over the other before resting both on his heart.
"Today I go to Mistress Drifa's house." With some amusement, Eleanor noticed that his gesture succeeded in showing off, to much advantage, the hand-stitching on the back of his glove.
"Alas, poor Wulfstan!"
His words might have been spoken in a tone more appropriate to a monk in a holy day pageant, but Eleanor sensed no hypocrisy. "Did you know him well?" she asked, uncomfortably aware that something insistent had just bitten her memory like a hungry flea.
"Since he was Alys' uncle…" The man's concentration wavered. His eyes stared into the distance.
Eleanor suspected that distraction was caused only by the word Alys. "Thus dear to her, I am sure, and a man quite without enemies?" To her dismay, whatever the gnawing thing was, it had vanished like the ghosts haunting Amesbury Priory.
Bernard blinked. "I believe he had none." His eyes focused again on the prioress.
"Although I had understood he was a poor man who labored in the priory fields, I have learned that his widow and children were left some land. What noteworthy good fortune! Or was he possessed of a hidden but remarkable prudence?"
"Everything he gained went to benefit his family, my lady. Whatever tales you may hear, let me assure you that I believe, along with most in our village, that he repented any sins long ago."
"No ancient quarrels with former companions who might have held a grudge when Wulfstan chose a different tune for his dance?"
Bernard laughed. "Or else his sinful ways caused little harm to those in Amesbury, as he himself claimed."
"And does the village consider what his son has been doing harmless as well?"
The glovers expression faded to one more vacant of meaning.
"I ask only to understand what danger Wulfstan might have courted that could have led to his death."
"I am not sure of your meaning, my lady."
"Come, Master Glover, I cannot imagine you have not heard that Sayer arranged for agreeable women and strong drink for any monk who leapt the priory walls. This is no boyish prank. It is against God's commandments. I must ask if Wulfstan joined with his son in this particular and recent disregard for the law."
"God is a far sterner sheriff than die man sent by the king, I fear. King Henry may turn his thoughts from the demands of secular rule whenever the bells ring for prayer, but our sheriff finds the cry of his hunting dogs more compelling. Wulfstan feared God's justice more than the king's law and with good reason."
"So Wulfstan's sins were counter only to the king's edicts while his son's offended only God?"
"Please, my lady, I am a glover, not a man learned in the art of debate! All I can tell you is that Wulfstan tried to honor the lords of both earth and heaven in his last years. He may have associated with robbers, but, after his wife persuaded him to reform, he lived within secular law. As for details of his past, the village chose to know as little as possible should anyone ever be called to testify. The merchants affected, you see, were never local men."
"If Wulfstan's past sins have been cleansed and he has not fouled his soul with new ones, I have no desire to delve into any links to lawless men. I do, however, have both the right and duty to inquire into ghosts, creatures that plague monastic peace for supposed sins against God and which may have turned to killing. The priory has suffered two deaths. Wulfstan was a laborer on monastic lands. Brother Baeda was a monk."
"Brother Baeda?"
"Last night he was found murdered in the library."
"God forgive us all!" Bernard's cheeks blanched to a wan pink, and he staggered back a step. "Disinclined to action or not, the sheriff must be summoned. We have no other choice."
"He has been delayed."
The glover grimaced with apparent frustration. "This news does not surprise me, but what else can we do?"
"You may have answers to my concerns." She waited for a response, debating how frank she should be in her questions. If he were involved, the direct approach would gain her naught. The indirect, on the other hand…
Silently, he nodded.
"Since his father is innocent of offending God's law, I thought Sayer might have followed his sire's example and longed to atone for his own evil ways. What might you know of this?"
Bernard's eyes narrowed. "Again I fail to understand your question, my lady."
"If the spirits have turned murderous because of some offense committed against God, the son's especial sinning may be connected to these deaths. If Sayer is truly repentant, he might provide information that will protect the priory from further violence."
"I am not the one to ask about his thoughts, actions, or ability to do what you seem to wish." He looked up at the sky, his expression a study in reluctance. "You had best ask his mother or else Sayer himself, for I do not know the man well."
"I shall," she replied.
"I fear I am late back to my shop."
"It would be discourteous to detain you further."
Bernard bowed abruptly and, without further word, quickly walked away.
The man lies, Eleanor decided, although he may have fair reason. Her mind insisted that his motive was malicious, but her heart was not as sure. Was he protecting someone? If he loved Alys, he would wish to shift all suspicion from her family, including Cousin Roofer. On the other hand, Bernard had not actually defended Sayer as he had Wulfstan. He had claimed ignorance of Alys' cousin and avoided direct response to any questions about the man.
Eleanor frowned, as her mind chased itself in circles, but suddenly brightened as she grasped the thing nibbling at her memory. Was it not yesterday, crossing the Avon after visiting Mistress Jhone, that she had seen the glover in merry conversation with another man?
Treading on the heels of that recognition was a chilling thought. Unless Bernard had inherited a more profitable trade than would seem to be the case, he would not have many apprentices and certainly not one of such long standing that he would be of much the same age.
The man walking beside Bernard was no fellow merchant, rather a laborer of some ilk by his dress. Was he one of the glover's workmen? Nay, their easy manner with each other made her doubt that. Could it have been Sayer, cousin to his beloved Alys? If the latter, why did the glover deny knowing the man, and had the reason anything to do with murder?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Thomas winced as Brother Infirmarian cleaned his bleeding hand with some stinging liquid.