Alys Clare - The Chatter of the Maidens

It was, quite unmistakably, a man’s voice.

Beside him, Josse felt the Abbess stiffen in outrage. ‘She’s got a man in there!’ she hissed. And, before Josse could stop her, she pushed her way through the last belt of undergrowth, strode across the glade to the hut and cried, ‘Meriel! Meriel, answer me, it’s the Abbess. What on earth do you think you’re doing?’

Trying to hurry after her, Josse tripped and almost fell. Recovering, his eyes ever on the tall, erect figure of the Abbess standing there alone, he stumbled on. But before he could reach her, do whatever he could to defend her, a figure shot out of the hut.

A figure as tall as the Abbess, much broader in the shoulder, and holding a sword.

With a last huge effort, Josse hurled himself forward. The man saw him coming, turning towards him and swiftly raising his sword to defend himself all in one easy, practised movement. But it was that trained eye and obedient body that saved Josse; the young man observed instantly that Josse was unarmed, and dropped his weapon. Instead of running into the sword, Josse found himself falling into the man’s outstretched arms.

The young stranger said, ‘Sir Josse d’Acquin, I greet you.’ And he dropped on one knee, bowing his head as if he were swearing fealty.

Panting, the stitch in his side feeling as if it were cutting him in two, Josse slumped to the ground. His eyes almost on a level with the young man’s, he said, ‘Forgive me for not standing to receive your greetings as I should. But I don’t think I can.’

With enormous relief, he lay back on the welcoming forest floor and closed his eyes.

But not for long.

He heard the Abbess call again, ‘Meriel! Are you all right, child? Meriel! ’ And then, as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl emerge from the hut.

It was only then he noticed that both of them, Meriel and the young man, were not dressed. They had both wrapped themselves in covers of some sort, and they both looked as if they had just got out of bed.

Josse sat up. After a moment, his head stopped spinning and he said, ‘I believe, Abbess, that we intrude. Let us move away some distance, and perhaps Meriel and-?’

‘Jerome,’ said the young man, raising his head with dignity. ‘Jerome de Waelsham.’ Some achievement, Josse thought wryly, to maintain such presence when clad in nothing but a blanket.

‘Perhaps Meriel and Jerome will come to speak with us when they are ready?’ Josse went on.

Jerome glanced at Meriel, who nodded. She was wide-eyed with fear, and Josse noticed that the young man swiftly went to her side, putting a protective arm around her bare shoulders.

The Abbess, still fuming, began to say something. ‘Don’t you try to-’

Josse interrupted. ‘Come away, Abbess,’ he said quietly. ‘We are embarrassing them. They will talk to us when they are ready, I am sure of that.’

The young man shot him a grateful look, collected the garments from the bush and followed Meriel inside the hut. Josse took the Abbess’s arm — she was rigid with tension — and led her over to the far side of the clearing. They sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree.

‘They were lying together!’ she said with furious indignation.

‘Aye,’ he agreed. ‘That they were.’

She turned on him. ‘How can you be so calm?’ she demanded. ‘Two young people — she’s scarcely sixteen! — out here in the wilds, all self-control thrown to the winds, and she’s only just left the Abbey!’

‘Where she was not a nun,’ he reminded her, ‘so she has broken no vow of chastity.’

‘But — but-’ Helewise spluttered. Then, with an indignant, ‘Humph!’ she folded her arms and lapsed into wounded silence.

I have let her down, he thought ruefully. She expected my support in her condemnation, and I am unable to give it.

He saw them again in his mind’s eye, that handsome, loving pair. Saw how she looked to him for comfort, saw how he hastened to show her how much he cared. There was love, right enough, he thought. And, for the life of me, I can’t condemn it asa sin.

After a while, the young couple came out of the hut. They were fully dressed, Meriel in a simple golden-yellow gown and Jerome in hose and tunic. His hair, Josse noted absently, looked as if it had been cropped very short not long ago.

The pair stopped in front of the Abbess and Josse, who both rose to their feet. The Abbess — sounding once more in control of herself — said, ‘Meriel, will you please tell me — us — what is going on?’

Meriel took an audible breath, then said, ‘I had to run away, Abbess Helewise. I know how much trouble I must have caused, and please believe that I deeply regret it. You took us in, you didn’t let Alba turn you against us with her rantings and ravings, and I believe you intended to side with Berthe and me over whether or not we had to become nuns.’

‘Indeed I did!’ the Abbess exclaimed. ‘No girl or woman is ever put into the community against her will, Meriel.’

‘Yes. That’s what I thought.’

‘You should have come to me,’ the Abbess said kindly. ‘I was only waiting for you to ask for my help. I would have given it wholeheartedly.’

There were tears in Meriel’s eyes. ‘I’m sorry, Abbess. It’s just that — just that Berthe and I aren’t used to trusting people.’ Her voice broke. Instantly, Jerome hugged her to him, stroking her hair and speaking soft, soothing words into her ear.

‘But you trust Jerome, here,’ Josse put in. Meriel nodded, disentangling herself. ‘So, when you knew he had come to find you, it was best, you thought, to run away from the Abbey and put your faith in him.’

‘Please, she’s been through enough!’ the young man protested. ‘You don’t know-’

But Meriel said, ‘It’s all right, Jerome.’ Then, turning back to Helewise and Josse, she said simply, ‘I thought he was dead. When I found that I had been wrong, how could I not come here to be with him?’

‘You thought he was dead ?’ the Abbess repeated. ‘But why-’ Then, light dawning in her face, she breathed, ‘That was why you were so grief-stricken! Nothing to do with your father’s death, or having to leave your home, or Alba threatening to make you be a nun.’ She looked from Meriel to Jerome, and back again. ‘You believed your lover was dead.’

‘Yes. And I wanted to die, too.’

She spoke with such honesty that Josse, for one, entirely believed her.

‘I know something of your story,’ the Abbess was saying. ‘I have been to Sedgebeck, where Alba was briefly in the convent. I know, too, that she is no longer a nun. As I believe Berthe has reported to you, I shall have to ask Alba to leave Hawkenlye. As soon as arrangements can be made to find her a home, she will go.’

Meriel was shaking her head. ‘Abbess, you don’t know what you’re doing,’ she said. ‘Forgive me for being so blunt, but I must. Alba has — I fear that Alba may do untold harm, if she is free to pursue — if she is not controlled. She takes things upon herself that are not her responsibility, and she does not give up. Believe me!’

‘I am aware that she has assumed far too much control over you and Berthe,’ the Abbess said, ‘and, indeed, over your late mother. Berthe has revealed something of her background to Sir Josse and to me, and we sympathise deeply with what must have been a most difficult childhood.’

‘ Difficult !’ Jerome said incredulously. ‘Clearly, Abbess Helewise, you have not heard everything. She used to-’

‘Jerome,’ Meriel said gently. Looking at her with impatience that was quickly replaced by a smile, he stopped. ‘Abbess, Alba is not sane,’ Meriel continued. ‘Her unreasoning insistence on maintaining the good name of our family led to the death of my mother. Having seen off the person she saw as her rival in my father’s affections, Alba decided it was safe to leave us all alone, and she went away to become a nun, by which she meant she was going to be an Abbess. Great Lord, she’d have aimed for Pope, if they allowed women to hold the post! Then, when word reached her of Father’s death and — and of what Berthe and I were planning to do, she came rushing back to Medely purely to stop us! She even-’