Alys Clare - The Enchanter's Forest

She smiled. ‘Of course. Yesterday the Long Men were angry because they thought people — you — were again violating the grave of their venerated ancestress. You weren’t,’ she added quickly, ‘but they didn’t know that. We — you and I — saw them and, recalling how the wounded one tried to attack us before, we defended ourselves, once the Domina had released what the Long Man had done to stop you drawing your sword.’

‘What did he do?’

‘Oh, that’s actually quite simple. You could have unsheathed it all along but he had put the thought into your mind that it was suddenly impossible.’

‘How could he possibly do that?’

‘Josse, it would take all of today and tomorrow to explain, let alone to tell you how to do it. Just take my word for it that putting thoughts into someone else’s head is quite easy when you know how.’

‘Can you do it?’

‘I can, yes, but I never do it to those I love.’

‘Oh.’ He could not for the moment think what else to say.

‘Where was I? Oh, yes. The Domina knew that the Long Men would not wish to harm us once they knew the true story. Once they knew that the information we brought home from the Broceliande supported the closure of Merlin’s Tomb and not the opposite, because what you were shown there in the forest of Armorica confirmed your belief that the tomb here was a fake. Also, once they knew that you went there yesterday to apologise to the ancestress for what had been done, even though it wasn’t your fault, and to try to make amends.’

‘I suggested to the Domina that I could start to fill in the grave,’ he recalled with a grin.

‘I can imagine her reaction. That was a task of great honour reserved for the dead woman’s own people. But you weren’t to know. The Domina knew she must stop our attack on the men because, once everyone knew the truth, there was no more need either for them to try to kill us or for us to defend ourselves and retaliate.’ She paused, then added quietly, ‘The Domina is more far-sighted than most people and she no doubt saw what would have happened had your sword and my knife found their mark. Two of the Long Men would have been slain in their own sacred grove and, even though they are nowadays few in number, still the repercussions would have been terrible.’

‘So she turned my man to cloud and my sword passed straight through him,’ Josse murmured. He still could not believe it.

‘It’s mind control again, Josse,’ she said earnestly. ‘You thought you did things that, in reality, worked out rather differently.’

‘I’ve been a soldier all my life!’ he cried. ‘I know when I’m swinging my sword down in a death blow and you can’t tell me otherwise.’

She began to speak but then, with a nod, stopped; it was almost, he thought, as if she were listening to a voice within her head giving her instructions. .

‘Let us just be relieved that further harm has been averted,’ she said calmly. ‘Now, what do you want for breakfast?’

‘I-’ Breakfast? When his mind was still bursting with things he was desperate to know?

But she was already moving away back towards the hut. She held out her hand to him and, after a moment, he took it.

After they had all eaten, Joanna unwound the linen bandage and inspected the wound on his forearm. It had healed well and skilfully she removed the stitches.

Then there was no more reason for him to stay.

Joanna and Meggie went with him to the edge of the forest. He had announced he must return to the Abbey; ‘She’ll be worried about me,’ he said.

Joanna did not have to ask who she was.

Dear Josse, she thought now as the moment of parting approached. He did not really understand one little bit of what had happened by Merlin’s Tomb yesterday. She did not understand all of it herself; the level of power possessed by beings such as the Domina and the Long Men was as far beyond her own small skills as Saturn was beyond the Moon. But she, unlike Josse, had the great advantage of knowing that it was quite possible to learn how to do such things, provided you were prepared to devote your life to the process.

I am prepared for that, she thought. I shall miss Josse more than I can now know, I am certain of that. But my life is here. I have set my feet on the path and I cannot deviate now.

And he would be back.

The thought gave her a deep, secret joy.

They had emerged from the trees. Meggie had stooped down in the grass that began where the trees stopped and was picking daisies.

‘Farewell, dearest Josse,’ Joanna said, both his hands in hers.

‘Take care, sweeting.’ His eyes were wet.

Feeling the emotion rising, she tried to think of something to say that might lighten the mood. Ah, yes; she had the very thing.

‘About that female antecedent of yours who used to tend the sacred fire on the Caburn,’ she began. ‘Remember?’

‘Aye. What of her?’ Despite himself, he looked interested.

‘About you, taller than most men.’

‘What are you talking about?’ He frowned ferociously, then all of a sudden his face cleared and, wonder in his eyes, he said, ‘She was of their people?’

She nodded, almost laughing. ‘Indeed she was. They didn’t let just anyone muck about with the Caburn fire.’

‘Have you known all the time?’

‘No, of course not — I knew hardly anything about the Long Men until very recently. The Domina told me yesterday. In fact, she said she told you too but you weren’t listening.’

‘She did no such thing!’

‘ Some men whose antecedents were from this area still stand out by their height . Don’t those words sound familiar at all?’

‘Er-’ He hardly liked to think.

‘She was referring to you , Josse.’

‘So — that woman lying in the tomb is one of my forebears.’ It was yet another thing that scarcely bore credence.

‘Indeed she is.’ She thought for a moment, then added, ‘The Domina will have told the Long Men who you are. I shouldn’t think they would object if, once in a while, you went back to the grave of your ancestress to pay your respects.’

He was shaking his head, giving every impression of a man too bemused and perplexed by a succession of wonders to know if he was on his heels or his elbows. ‘I just don’t know what to make of it all, and that’s the truth,’ he said.

She put her arms round him. ‘Go now, my love,’ she urged him. ‘Go back to the Abbey, speak to the Abbess Helewise and reassure her that all is well, both at Merlin’s Tomb and with you, which will be concerning her far more than some old bones in the ground.’

‘She doesn’t know that we-’ he protested.

But she put a gentle finger up to his lips, silencing the words. ‘Oh, yes, she does.’

She watched as, still looking as if he had been recently poleaxed, he walked slowly over to Meggie, gave her a hug and a kiss and said, in a remarkably cheery voice, that he would be seeing her soon. Meggie reached up to return his kiss and dropped her daisy chain around his neck.

With Meggie standing at her side and holding her hand, Joanna watched as he mounted Horace and, kicking the horse to a trot, descended the slight slope towards the Abbey gates.

Then, doing her best to sound as cheerful as Josse had managed to do, she blinked away her tears and said, ‘Now, Meggie, time to go home.’

Helewise heard his footsteps coming along the cloister with vast relief and when he knocked on the open door and stepped into her room — he appeared to be wearing a daisy chain — she got up and hugged him.

‘Sir Josse, I do apologise,’ she said hastily, taking two large paces backwards. ‘It’s just that I was so very worried about you because I know how you and-’ Flustered, she stopped abruptly and then tried again. ‘That is, the brethren in the Vale said you did not come back last night and I feared some harm had come to you.’