Alys Clare - Mist Over the Water

She was very quiet, and he knew she was thinking hard. Then she said, ‘Why is your faction so determined that the House of Wessex shall not rise again?’

He sighed, for the answer was complex. ‘The old kings made this country,’ he said, ‘but they had their time and now it is over. The Normans are not universally popular — ’ her snort of derision suggested she agreed — ‘but they are strong, and they will make England march according to their rules. They are fair, in their way, and they have the might to stamp out rebellion before it takes hold and tears the country in two. That is why they will not permit the existence of a figurehead out of the elder days to whom men could rally.’ She did not answer. He leaned closer and said, ‘Lassair, does anybody truly want another battle like Hastings?’

She winced, and he knew he had hit home. ‘No,’ she whispered.

‘Did you lose many of your kin?’

‘Yes.’

She could not have been born then, he thought, but no doubt the memory of the fallen was kept alive and vibrant by the family story tellers. Not that there was anything wrong with that; the living ought to sing the praises of their dead warriors, no matter on which side they had fought.

He waited to see if she would elaborate. Eventually, she sighed, but when finally she spoke it was not what he had expected. She said, ‘You can’t kill Gewis. He hasn’t done anything, and he doesn’t want to lead anybody, let alone some resurgent Wessex faction. He’s just not the type.’

‘He looks like his forebears,’ Rollo said. It had been the boy’s cream-coloured hair that had been his chief identifying feature.

‘He may well do,’ she retorted, ‘but that’s no reason to say he’ll agree to be a new Wessex king.’

Rollo sensed she was right. The boy might have the right blood in his veins, but that alone did not make him a leader of men. And, anyway, how could anybody promote him to such an exalted role when he had disappeared? He wondered where the boy had gone. Was he in the same place as her cousin Morcar? And was this place. .

He was struck by such a horrible thought that he felt a chill run through his body, and instinctively he clutched her closer to him. ‘What is it?’ she asked, and he knew from her voice that she had picked up his alarm.

He rested his chin on the top of her head. Her hair smelled sweet. He had known her such a short while, but already she was infinitely precious. . He realized he could not tell her what he had just thought. It was bad enough for him to know, and if he told her he did not know how she would react.

No. He would bear the responsibility. He would not let anything happen to her.

He hugged her close. ‘It’s nothing,’ he said. ‘I’m cold — let’s go and find something hot to eat to warm us up.’

There were so many things I ought to have been worrying about and for which I should have been busy making plans but just then, walking along beside him in the watery sunshine, I could think of nothing but him. Rollo. His name was Rollo and he came from somewhere a thousand miles away. He was tough and strong — when I had leaned against him the muscles of his chest and shoulder had felt like iron — and when he’d kissed me and I’d responded, it had felt as if we had been doing it forever. I shall enjoy this day , I told myself, for I am with him and it may be the only time we shall have .

I don’t know why I thought that.

The workmen were now pouring through the abbey gates in a flood, and appetizing smells snaked out on curls and swirls of steam from the food stalls. I remembered that I had been up all night and for most of that time full of anxiety, mainly for Hrype but also for Gewis and, of course, for my poor friend Sibert. I was, I realized, aching with hunger.

We bought fresh bread, delicious little patties made of spiced, ground pork bound with egg, honey-apple sweet cakes, all washed down with ale. It was a better breakfast than I had enjoyed in a long time — certainly a more costly one — and I wolfed down the food quite undeterred by Rollo’s amused presence beside me. When we had finished we found a quiet corner beneath the abbey walls and stood side by side, our hands linked, both of us lost in our thoughts.

Eventually, he said, ‘I must go, Lassair. I am here to do a job, and I am answerable to those who sent me.’

I thought I knew what he meant. He was a Norman — or, at any rate, he supported their rule. I guessed that somehow word of this threat posed by the House of Wessex had reached the ears of the king’s advisers and they had dispatched Rollo to come to Ely and find out if it was true, if it really was a threat and, if so, what should be done about it. The obvious conclusion was that Rollo had orders quietly to remove Gewis if he endangered the king, but I baulked at thinking about that.

‘You must tell them that Gewis presents no danger,’ I said, keeping my voice low. ‘He doesn’t. I give you my word.’

He smiled, as well he might. ‘You do, do you? I’ll remember to tell King William. I’m sure he’ll believe you.’

I thought he was joking and I laughed. ‘Seriously, he’s the last person to lead men in a rebellion.’ Something occurred to me. ‘Are you absolutely sure he is who you all think he is? It’s not very likely, surely, that the House of Wessex survives only in a tiny cottage in a forgotten village in the fens?’

He acknowledged that with a wry grin. ‘It’s not likely, no, but I am assured by those who make it their business to know such things that it is true.’ Suddenly, he looked surprised, his eyes wide, as if something had just struck him. But before I could ask, he went on, ‘As to his being the only surviving person of the Wessex blood, there is another, but he has abandoned the ties of kinship and thrown in his lot with the Normans.’

I barely heard that. I was still wondering what he had thought of that had so taken him aback.

‘We must-’ I began, but he put his lips to mine, very gently, and I was temporarily silenced.

‘Stay here,’ he said, and there was a new urgency in his voice. ‘You have a place where you are lodging?’

‘Yes, but-’

‘Go back there,’ he urged. ‘Keep out of sight. Don’t venture out, and certainly not by yourself.’

‘Why?’ His alarm was infectious and I was afraid. ‘Why is it dangerous all of a sudden?’

His face twisted. ‘It has always been dangerous, for so much is at stake.’ He looked me full in the eyes. ‘The difference is that now there is you.’

I didn’t know what to say. My heart was singing he cares about me! but the image of myself meekly waiting in the little room while some looming, unspecified and highly dangerous threat rose up to shadow me and pounce on me was not one I could readily believe in.

‘Where are you going?’ I whispered. He was holding me close against his chest, and I could feel his heart thumping.

He hugged me. ‘To make it safe.’

‘How? What are you going to do?’ Now it was I who feared for him. Other than the barest of facts, I had no idea who he was or what it was he did but I knew in my bones that it was dangerous.

‘Don’t worry.’ He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. ‘I’ve outwitted better enemies than these.’

He sounded strong and confident, sure of himself and what he was about to do. Why, then, did I feel so fearful? Why, when I looked up at him, did it seem as if a cloud had just obscured the sun?

Gently, he unwound my arms from around his neck, and he took a step back. Away from me. He raised a hand in farewell, and then he turned and hurried off. Although I stared after him, and tried as hard as I could to keep him in sight, within a couple of heartbeats he had melted into the crowd.