Then, squaring his shoulders in a gesture that went straight to Helewise’s heart, he went into his hall.
In the morning following their arrival, visitors were announced. Helewise, who had been outside strolling in Galiena’s garden, heard the call go up from the courtyard and soon afterwards there came the sounds of a group of horsemen. It is none of my business, she told herself, and resumed her quiet walking. Later Ambrose sought her out and said, with a wry expression, ‘My lady, you have just missed the Queen’s couriers.’
‘Indeed?’ Momentarily having forgotten about King Richard’s humiliating captivity and the huge ransom demand — which she guessed must be the sole preoccupation of the court and its members just now, if not indeed that of the entire country — she wondered what message Queen Eleanor should wish to send to Ambrose Ryemarsh. ‘All goes well with the Queen, I trust,’ she said.
‘I believe so.’ Ambrose paused and then said delicately, ‘I have sent a certain sum already towards the King’s ransom and I am engaged in raising more. The Queen has sent me a letter expressing her thanks for my generosity.’
Still the odd smile remained on his face. Curious, Helewise said, ‘Why, my lord Ambrose, does that amuse you?’
Ambrose’s smile widened. ‘They tell me, my lady, that you are personally acquainted with the Queen?’
‘I have that honour and pleasure, yes,’ Helewise said, a little stiffly.
‘Oh, I share your high opinion of the lady,’ Ambrose assured her. ‘I think, however, that you too will understand why I smile when you read her note.’
He handed to Helewise a roll of parchment bearing the Queen’s distinctive handwriting. Swiftly scanning the note — it was not long — Helewise did indeed smile. The Queen, so clever in her use of words, managed in five short lines to convey her gratitude, her admiration for the speed with which Ambrose had rushed to contribute to the appeal and her heartfelt delight that this was to be but the first of his donations. ‘With the continuing generosity of his most loyal subjects such as you,’ she finished, ‘it surely cannot be long before my precious son our King is once more free.’
‘Had you in fact promised her that you would send more?’ Helewise asked, returning the parchment to Ambrose.
‘Not exactly,’ he replied. ‘Our beloved Queen, it appears, is adept at reading between the lines.’
Helewise studied him. The Queen’s message had come at a good time, she thought, for it gave Ambrose both a pleasant distraction and also reminded him that he had an important job to do. Giving him a brief bow, she said, ‘With such a summons, my lord, you had better get on with your task.’
Returning her bow, he turned and hurried away back to the house, leaving her to reflect on the implications of having discovered quite how high her host rode in Plantagenet favour …
They had finished supper — a light but delicious meal taken at a small table in a cosy corner of the great hall — when, once again, there came the sound of horsemen. Julian appeared from the doorway leading through to the kitchens and, at a nod from Ambrose, went out to see who had arrived.
There was some excited talk, a cry, then nothing.
Ambrose, listening intently, shot to his feet. There was an expression of strain on his face that made it appear that he was suffering in some way.
Helewise, suddenly anxious for him, said calmingly, ‘Ambrose, I am sure it is nothing; will you not sit and finish your meal?’
But he did not appear to hear. Moving slowly, as if sleepwalking, he walked across the hall to the wide doorway. It was a mild evening and the sky was still light, so the door had been propped open to let a soft and sweet-smelling breeze flow through the house.
She got up and followed him.
Standing beside him at the top of the steps leading up from the courtyard, she saw that three horses were being received by the Ryemarsh stable lads. Dismounting from the horses were three — no, four — people.
One was Brice of Rotherbridge, standing beside a woman whom Helewise did not know and who was dressed in a man’s tunic and hose. She wore a wide-brimmed hat pushed back from her face. Another was Josse, and he was supporting the slim frame of a young girl. She too wore man’s clothing and the garments were too big for her. Her face was concealed by the deep hood of a light travelling cloak.
Ambrose was trembling.
Helewise put a hand on his arm and said softly, ‘Ambrose, I am sure that-’
But he shook her off.
He ran down the steps and, to her amazement, threw his arms around the girl in the cloak who, at his approach, stepped away from Josse’s supporting arms and threw herself at Ambrose. There came the sounds of muffled sobs, but Helewise did not know from whom.
Amazed, shocked, she did not know what was happening. Josse must have read her confusion in her face for, hastening across the yard and bounding up the steps, he said, with a huge smile, ‘My lady, we have found her! We have brought her home to him and, other than a weakness which will pass as soon as she begins to eat again, she is fine! Quite unhurt!’
Not daring to believe the sudden hope that flared up in her, Helewise whispered, ‘Who is it?’
And Josse said, ‘It’s Galiena.’
They took her inside and the woman with Brice — presented to Helewise as somebody called Isabella de Burghay — led her away to be washed and dressed in her own clothes. The maids of Galiena’s own household all offered their help but Galiena seemed to prefer Isabella. Judging by the brief impression that she received as the girl was helped across the hall, still in her hooded cloak, Helewise thought that this Isabella must have been important to Galiena in the first moments after whatever ordeal she had been through. For the time being, the younger girl appeared to depend on the woman.
Well, thought Helewise, it is good that she has someone she can turn to.
Ambrose, both bemused and at the same time so happy that he kept throwing his arms around them all, ordered fresh food and drink. Then, while they waited for Galiena to reappear, he pressed them all to eat and drink.
Helewise sought out Josse. ‘You too are unharmed, my friend?’ she asked quietly.
‘Aye.’ He gave her a grin. ‘What joy to find you here, my lady Abbess, the one person with whom I wished to share this triumph! I had envisaged having to wait to give you the good news until I reached Hawkenlye, but here you are!’
‘I rode home with Ambrose because — er, because-’ She found that she was at a loss to explain without either making Ambrose appear weak or herself sound self-important.
But Josse, bless him, said, ‘I think I understand. You helped him to face a home without her.’
And thankfully she whispered, ‘Yes.’
After a moment she said, ‘What happened?’
Josse replied, ‘We do not know the full story yet. Galiena refuses to tell us; she begged our indulgence but said it was only proper that she reveals it first to Ambrose.’
‘So you have had to contain your impatience,’ she murmured. ‘How very trying for you.’
He gave her a sharp glance. ‘Indeed, my lady.’
‘The dead girl whom we buried at Hawkenlye,’ Helewise asked softly, ‘do you know her true identity?’
‘Not so far,’ he whispered back. ‘Galiena implies that she may be able to tell us. You think of her grave, I imagine?’
‘I do. She is buried in our plot as Galiena Ryemarsh but clearly that is not who she was.’
‘Hm.’ He thought for a moment. ‘My lady, if it is necessary I will press the matter for you. It may be that it is overlooked in the excitement of Galiena’s return, but I know that it is important to you and I will help if I can.’
‘Thank you.’ She touched his arm lightly with her fingers. And she thought, dear Josse. Dependable as ever.
When Galiena reappeared, it was obvious that she had taken great trouble over her appearance. Her clear skin shone with cleanliness and her hair had been washed and was still damp; as it dried, its white-blonde colour reappeared. There was a bruise on her forehead and her deep blue eyes seemed overlarge in her pale face. Before she had time to say more than a few words of greeting to the company, Isabella led her firmly over to the table and stood over her while she ate a plateful of food and drank some rich red wine.