‘So tell me what happened after you and Ordgar were forcibly split up?’
‘I decided to avoid him and went with one of the Gaulish brethren to see that ancient Roman theatre which is not far from this abbey. It is an amazing place and-’
‘We have seen Roman theatres,’ Eadulf pointed out, observing the enthusiasm in the man’s eyes and wishing to keep to the matter in hand.
‘Not an amphitheatre like this, that seats fifteen hundred people. It is-’
‘Did anything of relevance happen at the theatre?’ interrupted Fidelma quickly. ‘Is this why you mention it?’
‘No.’ Realising that he should stick to the important facts, the abbot went on, ‘We returned here for evening prayers. I saw Ordgar in the chapel but again, avoided him, then came here to my chamber and retired for the night. I was awoken by a tapping on the door. I called out, but there was no answer. It was still dark but I felt it was not long before dawn. I lit a candle, but when I went to the door, the corridor was empty. However, there was a note on the threshold. A scrap of parchment.’
‘What was on it?’ asked Eadulf.
‘It bore the name of Ordgar and said that he was at great fault and wished to see me at once. That he would be waiting in his chamber for me.’
‘We were told that you no longer have this note,’ Fidelma said.
‘I had it on me when I went to Ordgar’s chamber, but when I recovered consciousness it was gone,’ explained Abbot Cadfan.
‘I see. It said nothing else?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Did you not think it was strange-to receive such a note at such an hour?’
Abbot Cadfan glanced at him with a frown. ‘In what way strange?’
‘That Bishop Ordgar, after the encounters you had had with him, should suddenly send you an apology and invitation at such an hour?’
The Briton shrugged. ‘Paul encountered a blinding light on the road to Damascus,’ he replied. ‘Why not Ordgar in the middle of the night?’
‘I doubt whether even Paul had the disposition of Ordgar,’ observed Fidelma softly.
Abbot Cadfan thought for a while and then said: ‘When I consider it in hindsight, then perhaps it was strange. I suppose that I was concerned with letting Christendom know of the crime at Benchoer. So I went eagerly to his chamber. I thought he had truly changed his mind. And now the note has vanished, which makes me appear a storyteller.’
‘What then?’
‘I tapped on the door and it swung open so I went inside. It was dark and I called out. Then there was a split second of pain. I think I knew that I had been struck from behind. The next thing, I was back here on my own bed. Someone had bandaged my head, which was painful and bloodied.’ He raised a hand to his head. ‘There is no bandage now, but you may still see the scar and the faint bruise that still exists.’
‘Were you told of what had happened?’
‘I was told that Abbot Dabhóc was dead, that I had been found unconscious and that Ordgar was claiming that he had been drugged. I was also told that the physician Brother Gebicca had brought me back to my chamber and tended me. Then the next day, Bishop Leodegar informed me that Ordgar was accusing me of contriving this murder in order to put the blame on him. It therefore seemed obvious to me who the culprit was. I say it was Ordgar who was waiting behind the door to strike me down as I entered.’
Fidelma was puzzled and said so.
‘I do not follow your logic here, Abbot Cadfan. How do you reach this conclusion?’
‘Easy enough. I met Abbot Dabhóc at the council. Why would I kill him? He was sympathetic to me, and the people of Iwerddon, as we call your country, share many of our rites and rituals. Whereas Saxons do not. I had no reason to argue with Abbot Dabhóc. The accusation Ordgar levels at me is false. He disliked Abbot Dabhóc as much as he disliked me. I say that Ordgar arranged the whole thing to put the blame on me. It is as simple as that.’
There was silence for a moment. Then Abbot Cadfan regarded Eadulf as if a sudden thought had occurred to him.
‘Didn’t I hear that you, Brother Eadulf, went to one of those schools for physicians that are renowned in Iwerddon?’
‘I went to Tuam Brecain,’ Eadulf acknowledged.
‘Excellent. Now, please, examine my head. Look at the wound on my scalp and the bruises.’
Eadulf rose and went to examine the abbot’s head.
‘I can see a jagged cut running from a line just above the left ear,’ he reported. ‘It is healing well but was fairly deep, I would say. There is still bruising all around. I would guess that it was inflicted by a blunt instrument.’
Abbot Cadfan gave him an approving look.
‘You have a discerning eye, Brother Eadulf. I will not argue with your finding. So tell me, how did I, having drugged Ordgar and killed Abbot Dabhóc, then inflict this wound on myself? A wound on the back of my head that knocked me unconscious for many hours.’
‘It would be difficult,’ Eadulf conceded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘But perhaps Dabhóc inflicted the blow just as you killed him, or else you had an accomplice?’
‘You disappoint me,’ Abbot Cadfan replied, still cheerful, ‘I would say it was impossible to exert that much power with the one hand I would have had free to use. Can you imagine me picking up a piece of wood and attempting to strike myself on the back of the head?’ He laughed. ‘As for Dabhóc inflicting the blow, that is out of the question. Don’t take my word for it-ask Brother Gebicca. And once struck, I would be incapable of summoning enough strength to kill him. As for an accomplice-who would be my accomplice?’
‘Has the physician, Brother Gebicca, remarked on this matter?’ asked Fidelma.
‘I pointed out the facts to him and he conceded the logic. It is a matter that I shall maintain in my defence,’ replied Abbot Cadfan firmly.
‘Defence?’ Fidelma repeated the word with mild reproach. ‘No one has been formally accused as yet.’
‘It will happen, I am sure of it,’ Abbot Cadfan sighed. ‘Bishop Leodegar is a Frank. Aren’t they first cousins of the Saxons? The language is similar. I believe that he has already made up his mind what course to take and that does not involve causing upset to the Saxons or to Rome. Isn’t Ordgar the emissary of Theodore of Canterbury, sent to minister to the Saxon kingdoms by none other than Pope Vitalian in Rome? I cannot see Bishop Leodegar upsetting such powerful authorities. He will sacrifice me, there is no doubt.’
‘Bishop Leodegar is going to abide by the truth,’ Fidelma assured Cadfan. ‘That is why we have been commissioned to investigate this matter.’
Abbot Cadfan suddenly burst out laughing.
‘Forgive me, forgive me, Sister Fidelma,’ he said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. ‘I mean no insult. But Leodegar will do what is best for Leodegar and his Frankish Church. He will not censure the likes of Ordgar for fear of displeasing Rome. What does he care for the plight of us Britons?’
‘I trust you are wrong, Abbot Cadfan, for truth must prevail in the end,’ observed Fidelma, rising and moving to the door.
‘Truth can prevail-but let us hope that it does so while I still live,’ replied Abbot Cadfan. ‘Keep me informed of your search for it.’
Fidelma paused at the door. Her face was serious.
‘Truth will prevail, Abbot Cadfan. I will see to it.’
Chapter Six
‘Well, one of them must be lying as there seems no common ground,’ Eadulf remarked after they had left Abbot Cadfan. ‘Their stories are totally at odds with one another.’
‘On the contrary, the facts of the story are the same,’ Fidelma argued. ‘Neither one is disputing the facts, only who is responsible.’
‘One says he was drugged. The other says he was asked to go to Ordgar’s chamber and then hit on the head. They can’t both be telling the truth.’
‘Perhaps they can,’ Fidelma said quietly.
Eadulf shook his head. ‘In the end it will be a matter of who we are to believe-Ordgar or Cadfan. It is like throwing up a coin and choosing which side it falls in order to make a decision.’