Michael Jecks - The Outlaws of Ennor

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Jean felt the blood pass through him in a rush. This was the prize: the sea was still on his side, and had taken away one prize only to reward his patience with another.

They would sack a priory.

Isok had intended that he would ride away in his boat as soon as he could get underway, but then he changed his mind. The little boat was facing north when he first unfurled the sail, but after a moment’s hesitation, he felt it would be good to see his home island just one last time. There was a part of his mind which told him that he would also, perhaps, have an opportunity to say farewell to his wife.

Isok set off and soon was skimming through the waves towards the sand bar, where he turned west and south, through the gap between the Trathen and the island, and along the coast with St Sampson ahead.

That was where he saw the long, low raider turning up into the broad waters from the other side of Ennor.

Isok felt his mouth drop open. This was a strange vessel for these parts. His first thought was that it was a swift ship for the Prior, but then he realised that it wasn’t heading for the priory’s harbour, up at the north-west of St Nicholas. This ship was racing into the beach which joined St Sampson and St Nicholas. Sure enough, soon the great ship was in the shallows, and as her keel grated on sand, the men dropped from her sides, swords, axes, daggers and clubs in their hands. One man, a great bearded fellow with blue-black hair in the sun, and a certain stiffness in his posture, had to be helped down a ladder, his arm in a sling, and then they started off up the roadway towards the priory.

Isok watched them as they went but his hands were already pulling on the ropes and pushing at the tiller. Before many minutes were passed, he was returning at speed the way he had come.

Baldwin was unimpressed by the new gather-reeve. ‘Walerand, I should like to ask you a couple of things, if your master does not object?’

Seeing Ranulph nod his assent, Baldwin continued, ‘On the night of Robert’s death, where were you?’

‘At the castle. There were many there who can swear to it.’

‘All the afternoon?’

‘Almost.’

‘You found Robert. Why was he there, do you think?’

‘Waiting for his slut. She was going to meet him, I suppose.’

‘Without his boots?’ Simon said. He remembered the inquest’s conclusion that Robert had removed his own boots before he was killed.

‘To get into the boat?’ Walerand guessed, and shrugged. ‘What else would he do?’

‘Perhaps walk? There are ways, hidden beneath the sea.’

William started and gave Baldwin an accusing stare.

Baldwin ignored him. William wanted to keep the pathway a secret, and so far as Baldwin was concerned, it was. He had not hinted at the actual direction, and it would take a man without a guide a long time to learn the location of it. Not that Baldwin cared — he wanted to learn the truth about the murder of Robert, and that overrode all other considerations. ‘Well?’

Walerand’s expression of horror and revulsion were too genuine for Baldwin to doubt him. ‘What? Walking through the sea? No one would do that! You’d have to be mad. And at night? Ugh! You’re off your head, you are!’

‘I did it myself last evening.’

Walerand shivered at the thought. The strands of icy weeds clutching at bare feet like the fingers of corpses, the nibbles from creatures he couldn’t imagine, and then, perhaps, the suck of a giant monster — the inevitable pull to a watery death. The mere concept was stomach-churning.

‘It’s only the damn sea, man!’ Ranulph grated. ‘What is the matter with you?’

It was at this point that Simon, who happened to be facing the sea, saw Isok’s boat. It was heading towards the men on the beach, and Simon thought he was coming a little too close. The vessel was under what looked like full sail.

‘Oh my God. Is he …?’

Isok’s boat slammed into the sands. The sail shook like a tablecloth being beaten as the mast almost snapped, and the boat rocked about her keel, gradually tottering over on her side.

Before she had settled, Isok was bounding up the beach. David turned to see him running, and his hand went to his dagger, thinking that the poor fellow was deranged after the decision of the Prior; he thought Isok might be trying to kill Cryspyn, and he half-drew his knife.

‘Prior! I have seen them! Pirates, and they’ve gone to the priory to sack the place!’

‘Oh, my Christ in Heaven,’ Simon moaned. ‘I sent Hamo up there for his safety! What if he’s-’

‘How many were there, Isok?’ rasped Baldwin.

‘About twenty-five, I think.’

‘Their leader — was he a thick-set, black-bearded man?’

‘Yes, there was one like that. He looked as though he was in pain. Had an arm in a sling.’

‘I am thankful at least for that,’ Baldwin said, remembering how his sword had slipped into the man. ‘Ranulph, David, we must arrange our men — quickly, before the pirates can escape.’

‘Come on!’ Simon said. He was already drawing away.

‘Do whatever you can to protect my priory,’ Cryspyn said. He was pulling at his bottom lip as the pain in his belly grew once more. It was typical of these damned islands! All in one day he had had to listen to a divorce case, seen his neighbour attempt an invasion, and now his seat was attacked by sea-raiders. Could he never find a moment’s peace in this land?

‘We will! Wait, Simon,’ Baldwin said. ‘We need to ensure the best disposition of our men. Ranulph, please take your men back to your ship and get them on board. Isok, where exactly is the pirates’ ship?’

‘On the sands between St Sampson and the priory.’

Baldwin looked enquiringly at Ranulph, who slapped his thigh where his empty scabbard dangled. ‘Yes, we can get there in a little time.’

‘How long?’ Baldwin asked.

Ranulph glanced at the sun. ‘In as much time as it would take for a gallon of water to boil.’

‘Then go, with all your men.’

He nodded, then glanced at Simon. ‘My sword, Bailiff?’

Simon was reluctant. He had won this in a fair fight. ‘Are there swords on the ship?’

‘Of course.’

‘Then you must take one of those. I shall need a weapon, and there is nowhere for me to borrow one.’

Ranulph nodded towards Thomas. ‘Do you trust him?’

‘No.’

‘Then take his sword. I know my weapon: it suits my hand and shoulder. You take another man’s, since you have none of your own.’

There was a fair comment in his words. A man grew accustomed to his own blade. Simon brought his lips together firmly, then nodded and passed the hilts to Ranulph. ‘Thomas, give me your sword and belt.’

With a very poor grace, the Sergeant pulled apart the laces and ungraciously dropped them on the sands before stalking away.

‘I fear you have upset him, Simon,’ Baldwin said drily before speaking to David: ‘How many men can you command?’

‘Perhaps fourteen men,’ he answered, gazing over at the ranks of men who were unharmed from the morning’s battle.

‘Collect them, then. We shall have to aid the priory before it is overrun.’

If Jean could have heard Baldwin, he would have laughed aloud. The place was already in his hands, and all he had to do was load the valuables onto his ship.

It had been ridiculously easy. He and his men hurried up to the gates and found them gaping wide in the most welcoming manner. A gatekeeper was there, some sort of layabout lay brother, from the look of his tonsure and garb, but a sword in the belly stopped his attempts to delay them. Jean thrust without thinking, although while the man shrieked on the ground gripping the entrails falling in coils from his belly, Jean was so put out by the noise, on top of the pain in his arm, that he swung his sword again, cleaving through the man’s head almost to the jaw. That shut him up, but it took a while for Jean to wrench his sword free from the man’s skull. In the end he planted a bare foot on the fellow’s breast and yanked as hard as he could. That made his bad arm jerk in its sling, and he thought he would pass out from the agony.

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