Michael Jecks - The Outlaws of Ennor

‘Why so careful about the men on St Nicholas?’

Oderic shrugged. ‘They are the Prior’s men. For now, Blancminster and his murderous Sergeant, that evil, rapacious whelp Thomas, take what they want from us here on Ennor, but soon their greed will take them up to St Nicholas too.’

‘When they do, they will have to answer to the Abbot of Tavistock,’ Simon said firmly, appalled that someone might dare infringe the liberty of the Abbey.

‘And who’s going to report them to the Abbot?’ Oderic asked. ‘Someone like me? I’d be killed as soon as I thought of it. In any case, if there was a fight, it would be over months before anyone could come here to sort out the matter.’

‘I could report him myself,’ Simon said.

‘You, eh? And what makes you think that your hide can withstand Thomas’s knife or an arrow?’

‘Would you have killed Robert? You sound bitter enough.’

‘Did I want to? Yes. Would I have dared? No. I’m not scared of Blancminster, but what purpose would it serve me to kill one rent-collector? They’d just get a new one. They will! And what then? I’ve risked my life all for nothing. There’s another man in place, demanding the same money from me. All I’ve done is promote a new bloodsucker.’

‘Then you won’t mind telling me where you were on the day of the storm and afterwards?’

‘Not much. Before the storm I was with my old friend Hamadus, but when the storm hit us, I went to my fields to make sure that my property was safe while he said he was going to the church. I stayed there until the storm was done.’

‘I suppose no one was with you there?’ Simon asked hopefully.

‘In a storm?’ Oderic asked pointedly. ‘I am sorry, Bailiff. I’d like to help, but sometimes life isn’t so clean and easy. If you need to confirm where I was, you’ll have your work cut out.’

‘All I want to do is make sure you aren’t pestered in the future,’ Simon protested.

‘Good. That makes two of us.’

Simon grinned at that. Then he turned and frowned at the sight of St Nicholas.

Oderic saw the direction of his gaze, and cleared his throat. From his many years of dealing with reluctant miners on Dartmoor, Simon knew when to stay silent. He knew all too well that a countryman when pressed would close his mouth with as much determination and stubbornness as a mule. Better by far to let the fellow have his moment of choice and hope that his choice was helpful. It was.

‘Sir, I don’t know … I dislike to say that there was someone … It could mean him suffering, after all, and I don’t …’

Simon continued to say nothing, but turned upon Oderic a face so bland and apparently unconcerned that Oderic felt an urge to blurt out his story. ‘I saw two men while in my field, you see — one was David, the reeve from the vill on St Nicholas, and the other was Thomas himself, the Sergeant at the castle. They were both out here on the evening of the storm. I saw them.’

‘I see. I thank you.’

Simon left him soon afterwards, and walked back to the track sunk deep in thought. He could hear the barking of the dogs as he reached Walerand, but he said nothing, merely trudged off up the roadway towards the beach.

She had suddenly burst into tears, and as Tedia wrapped her arms about herself and sank to her knees in the sand, Baldwin was left feeling incompetent and confused. He had no idea what had led to her breakdown, unless it was something to do with this man who had been found dead.

David said hastily, ‘Tedia? I’m sorry, maid. I didn’t think.’

Baldwin threw him a baffled look. ‘Tedia, what is the matter?’ He stepped closer, and then he could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. ‘Tell me what is wrong.’

She couldn’t speak for a while. The shock of hearing that Robert had been murdered had knocked all the stuffing out of her. She took hold of Baldwin’s tunic, and began weeping furiously.

‘It was him!’ she sobbed. ‘He killed Robert to keep me from him! It’s my fault that Robert is dead. How could he! I didn’t want to upset him, but what else could I do? I couldn’t help loving Robert! Oh, it’s all my fault! I couldn’t love Isok any more!’

There was a great deal more, but Baldwin was unable to hear her pitiful protestations. He stood stock still, a hand on her head, stroking her hair gently until her worst sobs began to subside, and then he spoke softly. ‘Come, Tedia. Don’t blame yourself. If you did not order a death, if you did not commit the killing, then it is nothing to do with you. Someone else is responsible.’

‘That’s the point!’ she spat, leaning back within the compass of his arms and staring at him with anger. ‘I did it — unintentionally, but I did it ! He killed Robert to keep me! He couldn’t face losing me!’

Baldwin felt the familiar stirrings of excitement. This woman was beautiful even in her distress, and her warm body was a sore distraction after so many weeks from his wife. He tried to put thoughts of her attractions from him and concentrate. ‘Perhaps he did not. It is possible that you are wrong.’

‘You are wrong, Tedia!’ David said forcefully. ‘Isok would never kill like this.’

Tedia ignored him. ‘It was Isok. I should have guessed. He was going to be out when the storm hit the islands, and then suddenly he was back here. He must have found Robert and murdered him so that I couldn’t meet my lover. My God! What have I done!’

‘You have done nothing!’ Baldwin said gently. ‘In any case, Tedia, you have no proof to suggest that your husband did this.’

‘He was out and-’

‘What actually happened?’ Sir Baldwin asked softly, but David intervened.

‘Tedia! You don’t have to prove Isok’s guilt — not to a stranger!’

She sniffed a little, and then pulled away from Baldwin, holding his eyes with grim determination, as though daring him to judge her behaviour. ‘I was to go and meet Robert. I had already met him before, and we had spoken, but we had never lain together. That night, we were going to. He had arranged to meet me at my home, and we were going to spend the night together. I agreed because I was so lonely. My husband was to be away, so I felt us to be safe.’ She turned and stared at David as though daring him to comment. He dropped his gaze; if she was determined to put the responsibility on Isok, there was little he could do to stop her.

‘You waited for him at your house?’ Baldwin asked.

‘No. I knew where he would arrive at the island, and I was so excited, I had to go to the shore to see him as he came.’

Baldwin could imagine her there, standing at the shoreline, staring out towards the island of Ennor, her heart fluttering with hope and desire, thinking that at any moment she would catch a sight of her lover rowing towards her.

‘But he didn’t come,’ she said brokenly. ‘I was there until late afternoon, and by then the storm was brewing. I thought he must have seen it coming and thought better of making the crossing. As it was, I thought it was fortunate, because I was back at the house only a short while, when my husband arrived home again. He had seen the weather and decided to remain in port.’

‘He stayed with you that night?’

‘No,’ she said more quietly, ashamed of how she had behaved. ‘He saw me, we argued, and then he left. He slept that night at Mariota’s — my aunt’s. But I fear that he came to know of my intention to meet Robert, and he went to Ennor and murdered him there, before I could even … could even …’

As she burst into wracking sobs, Baldwin stared out over her head towards Ennor. It looked calm and quiet in the early afternoon light and he found it hard to imagine that there could have been a murder there so recently. ‘Perhaps it was someone else,’ he suggested. ‘How could your man have learned about this Robert?’