In the late morning, Sister Ursel came hurrying to tell Helewise that there were travellers on the road approaching the Abbey gates.
‘Is it Galiena’s maidservant?’ Helewise asked, trying to keep the hope out of her voice.
‘I cannot say, my lady. It is a party of three and, as far as I can tell, consists of a man, well-dressed and well-mounted, a woman and a manservant.’
Oh. It did not sound like a lone woman coming to fetch Galiena. ‘Find out who they are and what they wish of us,’ she said calmly to the porteress. ‘Then report back immediately to me, please.’
Sister Ursel nodded a brief reverence and left.
In the brief period of her absence Helewise did not even try to return to her books. Instead she sat staring at the wall and trying to think kind thoughts.
Sister Ursel reappeared. ‘My lord of Ryemarsh is here, my lady,’ she said, and the avid curiosity in her eyes belied her deliberately bland tone. ‘He says he has come to meet his wife, as they arranged, and that he wishes to take the holy healing waters and pray with her here for a few days.’
Helewise rose slowly to her feet. As they arranged? Why, then, had Galiena not mentioned that Ambrose would be joining her at Hawkenlye? And Galiena wanted to go home, didn’t she? It was surely not in her plans to remain at the Abbey, praying and partaking of the waters. Thinking swiftly, she said, ‘See to it that the lord Ryemarsh is escorted down to the Vale and ask Brother Firmin to look after him. I will find Galiena and bring her to him there.’
The porteress nodded her understanding and hurried away. Helewise, moving with more deliberation, wondered just how she was going to accomplish her self-appointed mission. The forest was vast and if Galiena had not heeded the warning not to venture within its dark reaches, it was going to be no quick or easy task to locate her …
Well, the sooner I start, the sooner I shall succeed, Helewise told herself firmly. Quickening her pace, she set off towards the gate and out along the path to the forest.
Down in the Vale, Ambrose Ryemarsh was still asking for his wife. ‘We wish to pray together for the child we both want so much,’ he kept saying. ‘Also we must both take the waters for they tell me that miracles have happened to those who do so.’ He was becoming increasingly breathless and agitated and Brother Firmin, kind-hearted soul that he was, was worried. Urging Ambrose to sit and rest in the shade and take a few sips of the precious water, he caught the eye of young Brother Augustus.
‘Gus, I am concerned about our guest,’ he whispered. ‘Nip up and fetch Sister Euphemia, there’s a good lad. I think she ought to have a look at him.’
Gus did as he was ordered, showing a considerable amount of tanned and well-muscled leg as he hitched up his robe and ran off up the path to the Abbey. It was not long before he was back, walking now at the infirmarer’s pace and a respectful two paces behind her.
‘Where is he?’ Sister Euphemia asked Brother Firmin, who had hurried out from the pilgrims’ shelter to meet her.
‘Over there in the shade.’ Brother Firmin pointed to where Ambrose sat with his back to one of the Vale’s fine chestnut trees. A small group of monks stood a few paces off, watching the old man with concern; Ambrose’s servant had been left up at the Abbey tending the horses.
Of the woman, there was no sign.
‘What ails him?’ the infirmarer asked.
‘He cannot see, his breath is shallow and he complains of pains in his joints,’ Brother Firmin replied. ‘But, worse than that, he is troubled in his mind. He is greatly confused and sometimes he does not seem to know where he is — at one moment he was quite lucid, sipping the holy water and asking about the history of the Vale, then suddenly he opened his eyes wide, told me that his groom had run away and then-’ Brother Firmin broke off in distress. ‘Oh, then, Sister, the poor soul began to weep piteously and cry out aloud for his wife!’
Sister Euphemia nodded, giving the old monk’s arm a reassuring pat. ‘You were right to send for me, Brother Firmin,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll look after him. And the Abbess herself has gone in search of his wife, so I’m quite sure that the lord Ambrose will soon have his wish.’
Then, turning all of her formidable concentration on to her patient, she approached Ambrose, sat down on the grass beside him and, taking one of his fretful hands in hers, gently held the cup of water to his lips and encouraged him to drink. Then, her practised and observant eyes studying him, she began quietly to question him.
* * *
Helewise’s search of the paths up to and around the forest had met with no success. Galiena was nowhere to be found.
Hurrying back to the Abbey, she was coming to the reluctant conclusion that quite a lot of her nuns and monks would have to be taken away from their duties and organised into a search party for the wretched girl. She had a swift look around the Abbey to see if Galiena had found herself a quiet corner within its walls in which to sit out the time until she could depart but, again, there was no sign of her.
Reluctantly Helewise turned for the Vale. She would have to find Brother Saul and instruct him to set about organising the search party. In addition, she realised, she ought to seek out Ambrose Ryemarsh and welcome him with a few well-chosen and reassuring words, which was going to be difficult given that she hadn’t been able to locate his wife.
Frowning, she set off down the path that led to the Vale.
She had only gone a few paces when Brother Saul came running after her. Hearing his footsteps, she stopped and waited for him to catch her up.
‘Brother Saul?’ she greeted him.
‘I was looking for you, my lady,’ he panted. ‘Brother Firmin’s got Sister Euphemia to look after the old man — the lord Ryemarsh, I should say — and it seems he’s not at all well. Sister Euphemia sent me to inform you that she wants to have him moved up to the infirmary — she says he needs to rest in the cool darkness for a while to see if that’ll help him recover his senses.’
‘Oh, dear!’ Helewise had not appreciated that Ambrose Ryemarsh was sick; was the purpose of his visit, then, more than to take the waters and pray for a child?
‘Will it be all right for Sister Euphemia to put the lord Ambrose in the infirmary?’ Saul was asking anxiously. ‘It’s so full at present and strictly speaking the old feller’s not really ill, only-’
‘Of course it’s all right!’ Helewise gave Saul a reassuring smile. ‘The infirmary is Sister Euphemia’s province and I would not dream of questioning her judgement.’
‘Aye, my lady,’ Saul said, with a smile that seemed to say, course you wouldn’t.
They were hurrying on down the path when they saw someone approaching across the short grass over to their left. The figure was tall and strongly built and, until she could make out details of dress, Helewise took it to be a man.
But it was a woman.
Her gown and veil were of dark cloth and she wore a close-fitting linen wimple. Her face was pale, the expression joyless. But it was the eyes that Helewise noticed; wide under pale brows and lashes, they were of the palest green, like thick ice on a pond that is tinged with the colour of what lies beneath.
For some reason, Helewise felt a shudder go up her spine. Rather more curtly than perhaps necessary, she said, ‘Yes? Can we help you?’
The woman frowned. Then, in a strangely toneless voice, she said, ‘I am Aebba. I serve the lady Galiena. I am come with the lord her husband to join her here and in time to see her safely back to her home.’
Helewise glanced at Saul to see how he might be responding to this strange woman. He was staring at her intently, a look of puzzlement on his face.
‘What were you doing out there in the grass?’ Helewise asked, trying to make her voice sound pleasant and non-accusatory.
The woman stared at her for a moment. Then she said, ‘I was praying in the Abbey church. For the lady, you know, that what she desires be granted to her. Then I set out to find the Vale, where they tell me the lord Ambrose rests, but I missed the path.’