Gus’s face fell. ‘Oh, don’t, Sir Josse,’ he whispered. ‘Not here.’
Josse had to concede that the lad had a point.
Gus had leaped down from his horse and was kneeling down on the bank of the ditch. After a moment, he said, ‘Sir, I think I can see how it’s done.’
I’m blessed if I can, Josse thought. Sliding off Horace’s back, he went to stand beside Gus. ‘How?’
‘See, there’s a way down this side of the ditch and it winds along the bottom for a bit, then goes up there — ’ he pointed — ‘to where there’s a sort of platform of earth just under the wall.’
‘But the wall’s solid,’ Josse observed. ‘There is no way in there, Gussie.’
Gus straightened up, still staring at the wall. He raised his eyes to look up, then down again, and then he repeated the action. He smiled. ‘Yes there is. They throw a rope with a hook up to the top of the wall and, when it bites, someone climbs up — it’s not far, only perhaps four men’s height — and they scramble over the battlements, down the steps, open the door and push out a plank bridge. Look, Sir Josse,’ he added, his voice high with excitement, ‘you can see where the planks have lain!’
He was right. The ground on the near side of the ditch opposite the door was beaten hard and flat. Now that Josse knew where to look, he could see what Gus had noticed: distinct marks and scratches up the wall above the little platform. Just the sort of marks that would result from someone climbing up repeatedly.
‘Well done, Gussie,’ Josse said with genuine admiration. ‘What a sharp pair of eyes you have, lad!’
Gus said modestly, ‘Oh, it was nothing.’ Then, as if embarrassed by the praise, he hurried on to say, ‘But why do they take such trouble, Sir Josse? D’you think there’s something really terrible inside that has to stay hidden away?’
Josse had not shared the dark guard’s revelations with his young companion; he simply said, ‘Aye, Gussie, I’m afraid there probably is.’
Gus nodded sagely. Then, ‘Reckon I could get us in there, providing there’s an access on the top. If you want to, that is?’
‘Oh, er, aye, I do want to, but it’s quite a climb, Gussie. It could be dangerous.’
Gus smiled. ‘I was a fairground entertainer before I was a lay brother,’ he said. ‘I can still tumble, turn somersaults and walk a tightrope, although I’ll admit there’s not much call for such tricks at Hawkenlye and the habit gets in the way. That little old wall is no great challenge to me.’
Josse returned the grin. ‘Pity we haven’t got a rope. We’ll have to-’
‘Aha!’ Gus got up, hurried over to his horse and drew down his saddlebags. Opening one, he said, ‘Rope, plus a pretty pack of food I wheedled out of that serving maid with the fair hair and the dimple, and a small flagon of beer.’
‘Now do you see why I didn’t allow you to stay in your bed? Gus, you’re a marvel!’
Gus was already swinging the long length of rope. ‘It’s not much use without a grappling hook,’ he said dejectedly, ‘and that was the one thing I didn’t think to bring.’
Josse was quite determined not to be beaten. Standing back a few paces from the ditch, he stared up at the crenellated top of the tower wall. ‘Can you swing a rope as well as climb one?’ he demanded.
‘Yes.’
‘Then what about that?’ He pointed. ‘Above the door and then to the right for a couple of arms’ length — see? There’s a place where there are two gaps in the parapet close together, and the raised stonework between them is quite narrow. Could you circle it with the rope?’
Gus looked, for what seemed quite a long time. Then he said, ‘Aye.’ Swiftly he made a running knot in one end of the rope, threaded the other end through it and swung the loop over his head a few times. He stepped up to the edge of the ditch, took careful aim and let the loop fly. The first and second times, it missed and the rope came snaking back down again; the third time, he found his range and the loop popped over the slim upraised section of wall and held fast. Holding on to the other end of the rope, Gus slipped quickly down into the ditch and up the other side and, before Josse could say anything except ‘Be careful!’ he was shinning up the rope.
Josse was so carried away with the thrill of what Gus had just achieved that for a perilous moment he had forgotten that falling into a ditch full of sharp stones and pointed stakes was not the only danger. As this realization flashed its urgent warning in his head, he called out, ‘Gussie! Come back!’
Gus paused, swung himself round so he could see Josse and said, ‘Why? What’s the matter?’
Trying to shout quietly, which was quite impossible, Josse said slowly and deliberately, ‘There may be people within.’
Gus paled. Instantly he slipped back down the rope and landed on soft feet on the little platform.
‘Leave the rope,’ Josse called, ‘but come back over here — we’ll watch for a while.’
Gus nodded his understanding and soon was back with Josse on the other side of the ditch. Quickly and quietly they fetched the horses, which had wandered away a short distance in search of grazing, and Gus replaced his saddlebags. Then they led their mounts over to where, inland from the fortress, three of the stunted, distorted trees huddled together. There were wind-blasted gorse bushes at their feet and they made as good a place of concealment as Josse and Gus were likely to find out there in the wilderness. They tethered the horses, then settled on the thin, spiky grass to begin their vigil.
As the morning wore on, the strengthening sun began to burn off the mist, helped by the returning south-westerly wind, but then, just as before, abruptly the wind fell and the mists rolled back again. No birds sang; all was eerily still, save for the constant swirling of the strange white fog. Beside him, Josse felt Gus shiver. Well, he thought, I know one sure cure for chilly flesh and low spirits. He stood up, fetched Gus’s saddlebags and broke out the food and drink.
They watched for a long time. Nobody approached the tower; nobody emerged. Once or twice Josse went up to it and walked slowly round, calling out, ‘Halloa! Halloa within!’ but each time met with no response. If there was anyone inside, he or she was keeping very still and very quiet.
Finally Josse made up his mind. ‘Come on,’ he said, hauling Gus to his feet. ‘Now or never.’
Gus grinned. ‘Better make it now, then.’
They left the horses tethered by the trees and went back to the tower. As before, Gus descended into the ditch, clambered up to the platform and began to climb the rope. This time, he did not stop. Josse watched nervously as he reached the top of the wall and, with no apparent difficulty, slipped over it. Then he disappeared. Josse waited for a few unbearable moments. He was on the point of calling out when Gus’s head reappeared.
‘We were right!’ Gus cried. ‘There’s a door up here and it’s bolted on the outside but not locked. I’m going in.’
‘Watch out! Be careful, Gus!’ Josse called. Stupid, stupid, he told himself. The lad’s creeping about unarmed inside the isolated tower of a man suspected of worshipping the devil, abusing and maybe killing young boys, and I tell him to be careful!
The next endless minutes were some of the worst in Josse’s life. He tried to fight it but seemed powerless to prevent the frightful images flooding his mind. Gus at dagger point. Gus bound and imprisoned. Gus dead, that cheery young spirit snuffed out, and all my fault… no. Stop.
Just as he knew he could not stay there doing nothing for another instant, there was the sound of bolts being shot back and the door to the tower opened. Gus looked out and said brightly, ‘All clear! The place is empty and I’ve found the planks. I’ll slide one across and you can come in.’
Weak with relief, Josse hurried to receive the end of the heavy plank as Gus pushed it out. Such was his state of mind that, although the plank was only a hand’s span and it was a long fall to the bottom of the ditch, he barely noticed the peril of his own entry into de Loup’s stronghold.