‘Have you seen Bishop Ordgar yet?’
‘I was just about to do so, having heard that he wanted to see me.’
‘As you know, I initially thought it advisable to keep Bishop Ordgar and Abbot Cadfan confined to their quarters until my enquiries into this crime are ended. Bishop Leodegar agreed with this course of action.’
‘A wise precaution,’ agreed the Nuntius.
‘Yet there is still much to do and I am unsure when the conclusion will be reached.’
‘So?’
‘Bishop Ordgar wants you to overrule us. Now, I am cognisant of the office held by both Ordgar and Cadfan. Both could be released if they give their word of honour to keep separate from one another until the matter has been resolved.’
‘If they agree?’
‘They should give their parole to you and you will enforce their obedience as a senior representative of the Church.’
‘I will put it to them, and if they are willing, then I will instruct them to take an oath by the sign of the Holy Cross,’ the Nuntius said after some thought.
‘Excellent. That will solve their complaints and stop them from distracting us until we have finished the investigation.’
‘Does that mean they are allowed or not allowed to attend the Lady Beretrude’s reception for delegates?’
Fidelma shook her head. ‘They must confine themselves inside the abbey until the matter is resolved.’
‘Do you expect the guilty one of them to attempt to escape? Is this why you give them freedom from their chambers?’ the Nuntius asked with interest.
‘No. I wanted them to be confined for their own safety as much as anything else,’ Fidelma revealed. ‘Please, make it a further condition of their freedom outside their chambers that they should have their stewards with them at all times.’ Then to Eadulf’s surprise, she added quietly, ‘Either one of them could be the next victim.’
Chapter Thirteen
The villa of Lady Beretrude was larger than Fidelma had imagined it, having seen only the entrance in the Square of Benignus. Once through the warrior-guarded portals, the villa and its surrounding gardens seemed to cover an enormous amount of ground. The small building at the entrance had only been a gatehouse. On either side of the wooden gates was a stone pillar with a carving on it. It was a curious letter ‘X’ enclosed in a circle. Fidelma presumed it had some meaning. Then, beyond the gates, one entered into a fragrant garden of flowers with a fountain positioned as its focal point. They were growing used to the fact that fountains predominated in the buildings of Autun. This one reminded Fidelma of the fountains that she had seen when she had been in Rome. Crafted from marble, it consisted of little statues of chubby cupids holding bows and arrows, with water spewing from their mouths.
The afternoon was warm, although the sun was already lowering above the tops of the buildings to the west and its rays caused the white walls to be splashed in shades of pink. The perfume from the many flowers, enhanced by the warmth, was almost overpowering to the senses. Among them, Fidelma was able to identify the pungent smell of rosemary. She had encountered the unusual fragrance in Rome and had especially asked what it was, with its trailing green foliage and purple, pink or blue flowers. She had been told it was called ‘dew of the sea’-rosmarinus-and had discovered that apothecaries used it to help improve the memory.
The council delegates, the grim-faced abbots and bishops, stood in uneasy groups around the central fountain. The splash of the water was a curiously comforting background but could not dispel the tensions evident among those gathered there. A few of the wives of the clerics had come from their lodging house to join their husbands but they, too, appeared uncomfortable. The Rule of Bishop Leodegar seemed to have taken the natural ease and composure out of their relationships, as the married couples knew that they were disapproved of. It seemed to Fidelma that they were trying to pass unnoticed, and they moved into corners of the garden where they thought they might pass unobserved.
Fidelma was well aware of the hopeful glances that were cast towards her and Eadulf as they entered. It was as if no one wanted to be there, and was looking for someone to take the lead in expressing this fact. Fidelma had decided that it was a good moment to assert some of her authority. She had forewarned Eadulf that she would make an affirmation of her rank and culture at this gathering. It was only the third time that Eadulf had seen her discard her simple and practical form of dress for this magnificent outfit.
She now wore a gown of deep blue satin with intricate gold thread patterning. It fitted snugly into her waist before flowing out into a full skirt, which came to her ankles. The sleeves were of a style called lam-fhoss, tight on the upper arms but spilling out just below the elbow and around the wrists in imitation of the lower part of her dress. Over this was a sleeveless tunic called an inar, tight fitting and covering the top of the dress but ending at the waist. From her shoulders hung a short lummon, a cape of contrasting red satin edged with badger’s fur. The cape was fastened on the left shoulder by a round brooch of silver and semi-precious stones. On her feet were specially decorated sandals, sewn with pieces of multi-coloured glass, and called mael-assa.
Round her wrists were bracelets of complementary-coloured glass, and at her neck was a simple golden torc, indicating not only her royal position but that she was of the élite Nasc Niadh, bodyguards to the kings of Muman. Around her fiery red hair was a band of silver with three semi-precious stones at the front, two of them emeralds from the country of the Corco Duibhne and the third a fiery red stone which reflected the stones used in the silver brooch that held her cape. This headband served to keep in place a piece of silk that covered her hair but left her face bare. It was called a conniul and indicated her married status, for it was the custom of the married women of Hibernia to cover their heads to show their position.
Eadulf wore his woollen homespun russet-brown robes but, as a concession to Fidelma, he also wore the golden torc of the Nasc Niadh which her brother King Colgú had inaugurated him with following their success in identifying the assassins of the High King the previous winter.
Even Abbot Ségdae had smiled with approval when he, and the other delegates of Hibernia, greeted them in the anticum of the abbey. They had walked down to the Square of Benignus together, guided by one of the abbey community. Warriors met them at the gates and scrutinised the party. Fidelma noticed they affected to wear the same manner of apparel, armour and weapons, as the Roman legionaries of old. They were all clearly professional and were Lady Beretrude’s personal guard.
There were several diverse groups in the garden, even some nationalities that neither Fidelma nor Eadulf could identify. Courtesies were exchanged as several delegates recognised one another. The Nuntius Peregrinus, the Papal envoy, immediately came forward to greet Fidelma and Eadulf. The Nuntius noticed her inquisitive gaze at the other delegates.
‘They are not here. As you suggested, I put it to Ordgar and Cadfan that it was not politic to make any appearance here until you have finished your enquiry. I also put the idea of parole to them, which they begrudgingly accepted, especially the condition that they should only move outside their rooms in the company of their stewards. So their stewards remain in the abbey as well.’
Fidelma nodded absently. ‘I see no sign of Abbess Audofleda or anyone from the women’s community,’ she remarked.
‘Neither Abbess Audofleda nor any of her community is invited here. Only the bishop and one or two of his helpers are here from the abbey. The reception is for the delegates to the council and those whom the delegates have brought with them.’