Michael Jecks - The Chapel of Bones
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- ISBN:9781472219794
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Wymond had owned a bow since he was a young boy, and he’d practised with it at least once every week all his life since then. Now he used it to clear the rats and birds from his vats, so that they couldn’t ruin his skins and leathers as they cured, and his eye was good for a shot of anything up to eighty yards for even a moderate-sized rat. On a good day, Vince had seen him fire that bow two hundred and fifty yards. They had paced it out afterwards.
And this morning, when Vince rose, his father was gone, and so was his bow.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Thomas sniffed, but without rancour. ‘It’s all a long time ago now. When I arrived back here, I was hoping to find a little peace and rest in my old city, but I hadn’t counted on how the death of my father would affect me. He was a good man. He didn’t deserve to be executed like some felon.’
‘What happened?’ Simon asked.
‘I left the city after I so nearly killed Nicholas. I was disgusted with myself. There I was, supposedly a novice, readying myself for a life in the Church, and I had drawn a knife to murder my own best friend, purely because of the politics at the top of the Cathedral. That day I went home to my father’s house and sat up until morning, wondering what had become of me.
‘My father came down as he always did just as dawn broke, and he saw me there. He saw the blood all over my clothes and hands, and he went out and fetched me water, then crouched before me and cleaned me. Only when all the blood was washed from me did he ask me how I’d come by it, and I told him.
‘He was very upset. I could see that. He’d always brought me up to be Christian, and here I was stabbing a man in a rage who was no enemy of mine. It was mad, and I saw that. And because of that, shortly afterwards, I left the city. I made no song and dance, but just packed some belongings and walked out. I eventually ended up in Winchester, and helped a stone waller, and began to learn my trade.’
‘What of your father?’
‘When I came back, I learned what had happened to him. The King came to hear the case when the Bishop petitioned him. He was told that the city’s gates had been left open on the night of the attack. Because of that he ordered two executions. My father was one. While I walked away to find a new life, he lost his.’
‘I’ve heard that there was another man there,’ Simon said. ‘A fellow called William.’
‘I know him,’ Thomas said. ‘A madman. He would kill for the pleasure of testing his blade’s sharpness.’
‘And Matthew was there too, but on the opposing side,’ Simon mused.
‘Yes.’ Stephen nodded palely. ‘He was there. And I almost hit him with my sword, but managed to avert my blow when I saw who he was. I had always liked him. It was Peter who actually struck him down. At the time I remember thinking he was lucky. He fell so swiftly, all thought him dead and he was safe. Indeed, it was some weeks before he recovered from his wounds. Afterwards, when I was given ever better jobs, I brought him with me as a means of honouring his valour and integrity that night. He never flinched when all the men attacked. Others fled in terror, but not he. He stood his ground although he had no weapons on him, and was felled like a sapling under the axe.’
‘Could he not have learned to hate the men who attacked and killed his master?’ Simon asked.
‘He is essentially a mild, kindly fellow,’ Stephen said. ‘I am sure that he would not do such a thing. And if he were to wish to do so, again, why wait so long? He has had the opportunity to kill his attackers many times over the years.’
‘True,’ Simon said. ‘Which surely means that it’s more likely that the murderer is someone like William, who has been away from the city for many years.’
‘Or me,’ Thomas said without humour.
‘Perhaps,’ Simon allowed. ‘Except you forget that last night when Baldwin was attacked, you were safely in the gaol. I am sure that one man is responsible for the murders, and it’s farfetched to think that someone else attacked Baldwin. No, it must be the same man.’
‘Not a woman?’ Stephen asked.
‘It was a good arrow struck Baldwin. The distance wasn’t too great, but it would have been a man’s bow.’
‘It is always possible to hire a bowman,’ Stephen said. He shot a look at Thomas. ‘Even a man in gaol could command a hireling.’
‘Maybe,’ Simon said, ‘but Thomas would have needed warning of his arrest. He thought he was escaping the city. Why order an assassin? And he had no idea that he would be arrested and in gaol just as the arrow flew. No. What of this Peter? He was loyal enough once, you say.’
‘And was ruined by it. He was forced to take the threefold vows, just as John Pycot did before him. He is only here again because the last Prior was taken to the mother Abbey.’
‘Then I shall see him now,’ said Simon with decision. ‘And I ask that you bend your mind to this affair, Treasurer. We have to learn who has been killing people here. If you can think of anyone, anyone at all who might have had a hand in these murders, you must tell me. Otherwise, there may be more blood spilled.’
‘If I knew anything, I swear I would tell you,’ Stephen said, and Simon believed him. The man’s face was quite haggard. ‘I had thought that this whole affair was left far behind me, but now it has returned to haunt me once more. I say to you, Bailiff, I would that none of this had happened, not the death of the Chaunter forty years ago, not the death of the saddler, and not the death of the friar. I regret the execution of the Mayor and of Thomas’s father. Just think of all these deaths, all unnecessary, all repellent when men should be bending their minds to the building of this magnificent Cathedral. It is enough to make a man despair.’
‘It is very sad,’ Simon agreed caustically as he beckoned Thomas to follow him. ‘Heaven forbid that the Cathedral should be delayed purely because of a few deaths!’
He was still angry at the Treasurer’s attitude as he entered Janekyn’s little chamber. Baldwin was still apparently asleep, and as Simon entered, the physician Ralph was at the wounded man’s side. He looked up as Simon walked in. The physician’s lips were pursed and he was very thoughtful.
‘How is he?’ Simon demanded curtly.
‘He has no fever, which is a relief, but there is still time for it to come. The natural humours seem well-balanced, but I could wish for a little more pus from the wounds.’
Simon nodded understandingly. Everybody knew that the laudable pus would cleanse a wound, for it aided expulsion of the evil humours which caused men to fall prey to fevers and death. He watched the physician remove a linen swatch from Baldwin’s chest and saw the wound, still leaking blood and red raw about the edges. Ralph leaned forward and tentatively sniffed at it.
‘It doesn’t seem to be foul, anyway,’ he said pensively. ‘It may be that he is already on his way to recovery. At this stage it is too early to tell.’
‘Please keep a good, close watch over him,’ Simon said.
‘I will do the best I can for him,’ Ralph sighed, replacing the patch over the wound and binding it in place with a bandage.
Simon nodded and tentatively leaned forward, patting Baldwin’s forearm. ‘Jeanne will be here soon, old friend. Godspeed, and get yourself better soon.’
‘That is his wife?’ Ralph asked. ‘He has called to her in his dreams.’
‘Yes. She should be here soon after lunch, I hope,’ Simon said.
‘Is it true that the scarred friar is dead?’
‘Yes, why?’
‘I was interested. I met him in the High Street a few days ago after seeing Joel Lytell. He was an interesting case.’
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