‘Ah, I’ve thought of that!’ Josse said. ‘As I said, Joanna’s told me quite a lot about herself, and, without breaking any confidences, I can tell you that I believe he may think to coerce her into marriage by threatening to reveal certain things in her past.’
‘Things?’ Helewise echoed faintly. Her imagination was racing.
‘Aye. Unfortunate things, it has to be admitted, but none of them her fault, Abbess!’
Ah, Josse, Helewise thought, but you would say that, being smitten as you are with the lady. ‘Indeed?’
‘No! She was young, an innocent, with nobody to chaperone her and-’ Clearly realising he’d already said too much, Josse very firmly shut his mouth.
Tactfully she changed the subject, moving them away from the fascinating but forbidden ground of Joanna’s lurid past. ‘I would do anything I could to prevent a woman being coerced into marriage,’ she said. ‘It is an estate which, chosen of one’s own free will, can be rewarding and very happy. But to be forced into union with a man one despised…’
‘She’s had to suffer that once already,’ Josse agreed. ‘It would be dreadful to contemplate it happening to her again.’
Especially dreadful for you, dear Josse, Helewise thought. ‘What do you propose?’ she asked. ‘How may I help?’
‘You guess that I need your help?’
‘I don’t think you’d be here otherwise.’ You would, she added silently, be with Joanna de Courtenay, fighting off cousins, uncles, dragons, sea monsters, hobgoblins and any other creatures that threatened her.
Josse leaned towards her, resting his forearms on her table. ‘Abbess, may I bring them here? Joanna and Ninian? There are a hundred hiding places, and there are people here who would defend her, if need be, and-’
‘I’m not sure we can rely on my nuns,’ Helewise said gently. ‘Some of them could be useful — Sister Martha, I imagine, might wield a pitchfork to good effect — but as for the others, I think not.’
He raised his eyes to the ceiling in despair. ‘Abbess, don’t be ridiculous. Oh. Sorry.’ He gave her a weak grin. ‘I meant that, with so many people around, Denys can hardly arrive, turn the place upside down till he finds Joanna, then fling her across his saddle and make off with her.’
‘Safety in numbers,’ she agreed. ‘Yes, I realise that. I am sorry, Sir Josse. I was teasing.’
‘Well, don’t,’ he grunted.
‘And,’ she went on, ‘if Denys de Courtenay should return with reinforcements, which I pray he does not-’
Josse’s head shot up in alarm. ‘Reinforcements!’
‘- then we can call on Brother Saul and his companions. They won’t let you down.’
‘Aye,’ Josse muttered. He was looking doubtful. ‘Abbess, you are worrying me. I admit I hadn’t envisaged an abduction by force, but, now that you have done so, I begin to see it is quite possible.’ His frown deepened. ‘Do we — do I — have the right to put your Abbey, and your nuns and monks, in jeopardy?’
‘They would not stand by and see a young woman taken against her will,’ Helewise said stoutly. ‘Nor, indeed, would I.’
‘Thank you, Abbess. But all the same…’
‘May I make a suggestion?’ she ventured, when he didn’t go on.
‘Aye, I’d be grateful.’
His honest, concerned eyes met hers, and she berated herself for having thought his urge to protect Joanna was prompted purely by self-interest. He would, she now decided, be working as hard on the young woman’s behalf were she elderly and plain. It was a matter of gallantry.
‘Although he did not admit it when he spoke to me,’ she began, ‘Denys de Courtenay knows Joanna to be accompanied by a child, a young boy. Ninian. Is that correct?’
‘Oh, aye. He knows about her child all right.’
‘Then he will be looking for not a woman alone, but a woman with a boy. Yes?’
‘Aye.’
‘Well then, why not split them up?’
‘Joanna would never have it!’
‘Hear me out! What I suggest is this. Return now to the secret manor house, fetch Ninian here to us — oh, don’t worry, we would make absolutely certain that he was safe — and then go back to Joanna and-’
‘I can’t leave her alone there!’
‘No, no, I’m not proposing that you should. But, Sir Josse, you have a house. Some distance from here and very comfortable, I dare say?’
‘Aye, but-’
‘And is it in the least possible, do you think, that Denys de Courtenay would find her there, when he is not even aware of her connection with you?’
‘Less possible than that he’ll somehow discover the location of the old people’s manor house,’ Josse agreed. There was a long silence; she sensed he was thinking it through, planning, perhaps, how he would put the idea to her. To Joanna.
The only slight drawback, Helewise thought, was that this arrangement meant she herself would not meet Joanna de Courtenay. Which, she had to admit, was something she quite wanted to do.
Josse stood up suddenly. ‘It’s a sound plan,’ he said decisively. ‘I’ll go and see if she agrees.’ With a grin and a sketchy bow, he was gone.
Helewise sat as her table for some time more, thinking very hard. Thinking how best, in an Abbey full of nuns, to conceal a seven-year-old boy …
* * *
By the time he returned a few hours later, she was ready. Warned by Sister Ursel of their approach, she went outside into the frosty afternoon to greet Josse and his young companion.
‘Abbess Helewise, this is Ninian de Lehon,’ Josse said, slipping down from his horse and gesturing for the boy to do the same. ‘Ninian, this is Abbess Helewise.’
He came up to her, made a reasonably elegant bow and said, ‘I am honored to meet you.’ Straightening, he looked up at her with frank curiosity.
Looking back, she studied him. Quite tall for his age, and sturdily built — he could have passed for more than his seven years. Longish dark hair, an open, friendly face. And those brilliant blue eyes. Yes. He would do.
‘And I am delighted to meet you, too,’ she replied.
‘Don’t stare, Ninian,’ Josse muttered.
‘Sorry.’ Ninian glanced at Josse, then his eyes returned to Helewise. ‘It’s just that I don’t know any nuns. Lots of monks — there were any number of them, where I used to live. They always looked very serious, and they prayed most of the time. And they were terribly strict. I didn’t really like them very much.’ A shadow crossed the young face.
In a moment of intuition, Helewise thought: you say you didn’t like them. Were, perhaps, afraid of them. So that, when Josse told you he was bringing you here to our Abbey, maybe you thought we would be like your monks. ‘We’re not all that serious here,’ she said gently. ‘We pray quite a lot of the time — it’s what monks and nuns do — but we don’t insist that people go about with long faces when they aren’t praying.’
‘Don’t you?’ The boy didn’t look convinced.
‘No. I’ll tell you what, Ninian.’ She bent down to his level. ‘Because I’m always quite busy, I thought, when Sir Josse said he was bringing you here, that it would be nice if I asked one of the younger sisters who isn’t quite so busy if she’d look after you. What do you think?’
‘Younger?’ Ninian repeated. ‘Lots younger?’
‘Oh, years and years,’ Helewise assured him. ‘In fact she’s one of our youngest nuns, and she’s only been a proper one for a few months.’ She glanced up at Josse, who, she thought, had probably guessed which nun she referred to. ‘Her name’s Sister Caliste — shall we go and find her?’
‘All right.’
Standing up, Helewise wondered if the boy would take her hand. Tentatively, she reached out. And, instantly, felt his small fingers wriggle into her palm.
‘Sister Caliste usually works with Sister Euphemia, who is our infirmarer,’ Helewise said as they walked off, ‘which means the person who looks after the sick people who come here. Only today she — Sister Caliste — is busy doing the mending. She’s in a snug little room down here — ’ she led the way along the path round the infirmary and approaching a small door in its end wall, opened it — ‘with all sorts of things that she’s got to sew. She’ll be very glad of your company, Ninian.’