Alys Clare - Fortune Like the Moon

‘He did that all right, any number of times. She said her father would not accept that, that it had to be the elder son — the heir — or nothing.’

‘Was that true?’

Brice shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I expect so. Anyway, I got tired of the whole exasperating business. One summer night, I took Dillian outside into the moonlight for a stroll — it was after a family celebration, when we’d all drunk rather too much for discretion. She looked so lovely, and the gillyflowers were scenting the air, and a nightingale was singing, just for us…’ He broke off, a smile of remembrance on his face. ‘Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing. I think it was probably at her instigation rather than mine, although it is perhaps unchivalrous to say so.’ The smile deepened. ‘She was a delightful girl, Sir Josse. I couldn’t resist her — not that I tried very hard. It seemed a happy solution all round for the pair of us to be wed, and we were. The rest, you know.’ Abruptly the smile vanished. Brice turned his back, leaning one arm against the great fireplace for support. Josse, observing the slump of the broad shoulders, felt it would have been cruel to press him further about that particular part of the story.

After what he felt to be a decent pause, he said, ‘And then Gunnora entered Hawkenlye?’

‘No,’ Brice said, on a sigh. ‘She’d already gone. It was, she said, the only way to stop her father’s bullying. “I’m going to be a nun,” she told him, “and then I shall be answerable to nobody!” Alard pointed out that she would be answerable to God and her Abbess, and she said that she’d worry about that.’

‘How did Olivar feel about the woman he loved becoming a nun?’

‘He told me she was only doing it to get out of marrying me,’ Brice said. ‘Silly, really, when you look back — if she’d waited a little longer, she wouldn’t have had to bother, because I married her sister instead. Anyway, the plan was for her to stay at Hawkenlye for a year, then, when the time came for her to take the first of her permanent vows, say she’d changed her mind. She was going to start her life as a nun full of devotion and enthusiasm, then, gradually, start being less co-operative, less obedient. She was quite sure she could act in such a way that the Abbey would be quite glad to see the back of her.’

And, Josse thought, she succeeded. Brilliantly.

‘Then she was going to come back and find Olivar?’

‘That was the idea. She had guessed what would happen here, that, with her out of the way, I’d probably marry Dillian. She may even have known that Dillian quite fancied the idea. She probably observed it for herself, come to that — she didn’t miss much.’

Josse sat back in his chair. Good God, he thought, Brice had been right when he called Gunnora manipulative! How many people’s lives had been affected — deeply affected — by her plotting? Her father, her sister, Brice, Olivar. Not to mention Abbess Helewise and her nuns, who had welcomed Gunnora in good faith, believed in her vocation, done their best to help her adapt to the religious life.

Josse was beginning to find it not quite so surprising that somebody had cut her throat.

‘But now she’s dead,’ Brice was saying, ‘and my brother nurses a broken heart.’

‘Is your brother at home?’

‘He was. He came with me to Canterbury, you know, and was a tower of strength during my various ordeals. Then he accompanied me home, but he seemed unsettled. He had, I think, derived as much comfort from our time in Canterbury as I did, possibly more. The new shrine to Saint Thomas is most moving — have you seen it?’

‘Not yet.’

‘I recommend it, for those in distress. Anyway, Olivar said he was going back. I encouraged him to go — a man must seek comfort wherever he can find it.’

‘Amen,’ Josse said.

There was a short reflective silence. Josse, going over all that he had just learned — as well as he could, after the ale — knew that there was something he must ask. What was it?

Deliberately he let his mind go a blank, which wasn’t difficult. But then an image flashed into his head. Yes! He had it.

‘Your wife had a cross, a costly piece set with rubies?’ he asked.

‘She did. Alard gave them both one, almost identical. And a smaller one for their cousin Elanor.’

‘Aye. May I see Dillian’s cross?’

Brice looked surprised. ‘If you wish. Come with me.’

He led the way to a stair at the end of the hall, drawing aside the tapestry that hung over its entrance. The stair, set deep in the wall, climbed in a spiral to an upper floor. Following him through an arched doorway, Josse found himself in what was clearly a lady’s bedchamber, plainly but adequately furnished. Little seemed to have been tidied away; the coverlet spread on the woollen mattress was smoothed and straight, but a small pair of soft leather shoes lay in a corner, one upright, one on its side. A wooden chest had its lid slightly raised, and a colourful piece of silk, heavily fringed — a shawl? — spilled out. The room could have been only recently abandoned, awaiting the mistress’s return.

It was strangely touching.

‘She kept her jewels in this thing.’ Brice was picking up a shabby velvet-covered box encrusted with glass beads. ‘It’s a tawdry piece, but she was sentimental about it. It was a gift from an old nursemaid, she said. I bought her that’ — he pointed to a large and beautifully made silver casket that stood on the floor beside the chest — ‘and she thanked me prettily and said she’d keep her gloves in it.’

Smiling, he opened the velvet box.

Inside was a pearl necklet, a brooch set with a sapphire, some amber beads and four or five rings. There was also a circlet of gold, quite plain but for a decoration in the shape of two hearts, picked out in tiny pearls.

‘I gave her that for our wedding,’ Brice said, touching it with his finger.

He seemed to have forgotten what he and Josse had gone up there for.

Josse hadn’t. And it came as no surprise whatsoever that the cross was not in the box. He knew where it was.

‘No cross,’ he remarked.

Brice started. ‘Eh? Dear God, but you’re right!’ He began rifling through the jewels, as if the cross might lie hidden. Then he flung the box down and picked up the silver casket, throwing out the gloves, then turning it upside down and shaking it.

‘Do not worry, my Lord Brice,’ Josse said hurriedly — silver caskets were not made for such treatment — ‘I believe I know where the ruby cross is.’

Brice turned a furious face on him. ‘Then why make me come up here to look for it?’

‘I apologise. I was not entirely certain, until now.’ That was a lie, but Brice wasn’t to know. ‘A cross was found beside Gunnora’s body, and we — the Abbess Helewise and I — believed it to be that belonging to your late wife.’

‘But Gunnora had one, too, I told you! Surely it would have been hers that lay by her?’

‘No, hers she had entrusted to the Abbess for safe keeping.’

Brice was slowly shaking his head. ‘Dillian’s cross? Dillian’s cross, found beside Gunnora? It makes no sense!’

But Josse thought it did. ‘Who else would have known where she kept her jewellery?’

‘Oh, anyone who knew her well. Her sister, her maid. Me, of course.’

‘Her cousin?’ Josse hardly dared say it.

‘Elanor? Well, yes, I suppose so. She was a fairly regular visitor to Rotherbridge, and she and Dillian spent hours up here in Dillian’s chamber.’ He had picked up the gold circlet, and was turning it in his hands. ‘She wore this over her veil. She looked so beautiful. So eager.’

Josse had learned all he needed to know. His impulse now was to get going, as swiftly as he could, back to Hawkenlye. He had already stayed longer than he should — he was going to have to hurry to arrive back by nightfall.