‘My dear, you look like an angel,’ Nicholas had breathed, his voice choked, when he saw her enter his hall.
Only then did she appreciate his feelings. Suddenly she understood that his sadness was mere proof of his knowledge of the futility of his unrequited adoration, and she left his hall filled with confusion. He was kind to her, he was protecting her here in his castle, and yet she felt sure that she couldn’t return his love. She had never experienced a grown man’s love before. Only lust.
Father Adam finished working on his little glebe and was about to go home for a late lunch when he saw the three large rounseys appear. His guilt was always at the forefront of his mind, and seeing them, he instantly wondered whether the rural dean had already heard of his sins and had sent these fellows for him, but he soon dismissed the idea. No, the rural dean couldn’t call on a belted knight and his men to help him. These must be travellers. That was what they looked like: a knight, his man-at-arms and a forester or bowman to guard them.
Of course, some mercenaries would kill as soon as look at a man, especially one with a price on his head. It was such an alarming thought, he almost dropped his basket of beans and Good King Henry, all freshly picked for his pottage. Adam slipped back into the protection of the doorway. He would hide there and let the men pass by. Better to treat all strangers with caution. Since the war, after which the Despensers had returned to the realm, there were all manner of tales of knights becoming outlaws, and whole shires being ravaged by trail bastons and murderers. Even priests were treated no better than peasants.
To his horror, he saw that one of them, a tall, rugged-looking man with a bright blue tunic and red hosen, was looking straight at him. He pointed at Adam, and all three headed towards him.
‘Father, I am Sir Baldwin of Furnshill and this is my friend Simon, Bailiff of Lydford. We are riding to Devonshire. Is this the right road?’
‘I am told so,’ Adam responded. He glanced over the three, and although he saw that the two were armed and capable-looking men, he had a feeling that they were not dangerous. ‘I … ah … I live over there. If you would desire a break in your journey, I would be happy to give you some lunch.’
‘That is most kind, but we have a long way to go,’ Baldwin said. ‘Perhaps we could take a little ale or wine though, if you have some to spare, Father? Something to slake our thirst would be gratefully received.’
Adam grinned with relief that these were no wandering outlaws. ‘In a place like this, we rarely see decent wine, Sir Knight, but I can promise you the best ale in the vill.’
‘Then we should be delighted.’
‘Please follow me.’
His house was timber-built, a small place but comfortable, at the northern tip of the churchyard. At the westernmost end lay the buttery and pantry, with a small chamber over them for guests, while the eastern bay held another chamber over a small byre in which the vicar’s animals would live. At present there was nothing there.
Seeing Baldwin’s interested glance, Adam said, ‘The oxen are out with my villeins. There’s always more work to be done.’
‘Yes, of course,’ Baldwin said. ‘Tell me, what is the lord of this manor like?’
‘Sir Henry has been absent for many years,’ Adam said. ‘He is a member of the King’s household, so he rarely comes this way.’
‘Who looks after the manor in his absence?’
‘There is the steward, Gervase, and the castellan, Nicholas. Both hold responsibility for the estates.’
‘Are they honourable?’
‘Why yes, I believe so,’ Adam said with genuine surprise.
As Baldwin nodded, a young woman in her early twenties entered, a baby at her breast. She took a long look at the men in the room, and then walked to Adam, a hand resting on his forearm while she talked. Soon he was nodding, and she left him there, hurrying from the room to fetch drinks.
Baldwin shot a look at Simon, who met his gaze unblinkingly. Both were sure that the woman was Adam’s ‘priest’s mare’, his concubine. Simon was not bothered by this, but Baldwin found it repellent that a man should swear chastity to God and then sink into the arms of a woman. When he had been a Knight Templar, he had taken the vows of poverty, obedience and chastity like other monks, and he never knowingly broke them until his Order was betrayed. Only many years afterwards had he been persuaded that his oath was redundant, and even then it had taken some while before he could face the thought of marriage. It felt like treason. Not that he could regret marrying Jeanne — he adored her.
But it was different for a priest who yet remained in Holy Orders. He wondered that the priest should be so blatant with his bastard. It was shocking.
Looking at Adam, it was surprising too. Baldwin wouldn’t have thought he had it in him. But there, the man was probably attractive to women with his slender features and pale complexion. The large eyes could be thought pleasant, he supposed, and the man’s gentle manner might appeal. To Baldwin’s eye, he looked rather effeminate.
‘Lordings, please be seated,’ Adam said hesitantly. He was aware of a sudden tension in the room, and he nervously ignored it, busying himself fetching stools. Soon there was a rattling sound, and he hurried to the buttery door. ‘Come in, Julia. Let me help you … Ah, that smells good.’
He took the heavy pitcher from her, grabbed the wobbling cups from her tray, and poured ale for them all. ‘Julia is looking after me. I am afraid I cannot cook to save my life, and it’s pleasant to have someone to talk to. Sir Baldwin? Here is your ale.’
Baldwin nodded ungraciously, and sat so that he couldn’t see the girl any more. He wanted to be out of here as soon as possible.
‘Where have you been?’ Adam asked innocently, and Baldwin groaned to himself. Sure enough, Simon instantly leaped into an explanation of their adventures, starting with the crazed monk of Gidleigh, and then leading on to the tale of their pilgrimage.
It was a whole four months or so since they had left their homes, he realised. Terrible to think that he had not seen his darling wife in such a long while.
‘Father! Father!’
Father Adam looked as though he was never an entirely calm man, to Simon’s mind. He had the thin, almost gaunt features of one who carried a community’s sins on his shoulders, and Simon saw that his nails were all bitten to the quick. Hearing the cry, he shot up, scattering drops of ale like seeds from the sower’s hand. ‘Gregory? What is it, in God’s name?’
The boy ran in, slipped on the rushes, and fell headlong. Before anyone could reach him, he sprang up again and gasped, ‘It’s Athelina! Oh, good God in Heaven, please come, Father!’
Chapter Six
Of course the odd thing was, as soon as he’d realised that Nicholas had snared the girl, Gervase had seen that she wasn’t the spotless virgin that Nicholas took her for. Nick, bless him, always wanted to see the best in people. It would lead him into trouble one of these days. Well, it already had, hadn’t it?
Thing was, Gervase was more worldly wise than his castellan. He had always enjoyed the company of women, had had plenty of dealings with them and knew their ways. Nothing wrong with that. Any man would bed all the women in the world if he had a chance, and Gervase had simply more chances than most. He knew how to compliment females, and he was genuinely interested in their thoughts and moods. It wasn’t all just so that he could pull up their skirts and get in there.
However, his experience with women had led him to see through their wiles. That was the problem with people like Nick. The silly devil believed in love at first sight, even at his age, and thought that Anne adored him too. There was no fool like an old, besotted one.
Baldwin and Simon left Ivo at the priest’s house. He appeared content to chat with Julia and waved them off like a lord indulgently granting permission to a child. It made Baldwin want to thrash the youth, but only fleetingly. Gregory’s face stilled any annoyance. Baldwin left Adam’s house feeling only a grim expectation.