Alys Clare: The Rose of the World

With a happy smile, Josse remembered that Geoffroi would be waiting for him, eager to hear how Alfred had behaved. Geoffroi was now eleven, a strong, robust boy who was tall for his age and already showing the broad shoulders and sturdy build that he had inherited from Josse. Geoffroi loved all living things, and his knowledge of the natural world was wide and profound. For all that there were plenty of people considerably older than Geoffroi living at Hawkenlye Manor and working with its sundry livestock, it was Geoffroi who was the ultimate authority when it came to animal husbandry. Which was quite surprising, his father reflected, considering the boy could barely read or write. Still, as Geoffroi always said, you didn’t need book learning to understand why a ewe was limping or to judge which combination of mare and stallion would produce the finest offspring.

Geoffroi himself rode a dark-brown mare called Bruna, the offspring of Horace. It was nice, Josse often thought, that in this way the old horse lived on.

Josse’s thoughts rambled on. Everyone else would be home, too. He smiled as he pictured them. Ninian — half-brother to Geoffroi and Meggie, and Josse’s adopted son — would be there, his presence all the more treasured because he was so often away. Ninian was in love with Helewise’s granddaughter, Little Helewise. She adored him too, and were it not for the interdict, they undoubtedly would have been wed a year or more ago. Little Helewise lived with her family at the Old Manor, the ancestral home of the Warins, which her father Leofgar, being the elder of Helewise’s two sons, had inherited. Ninian spent as much of his time as he could with her and, privately, Josse reckoned the young people had already become everything to each other.

Aye, Ninian. Josse smiled as he contemplated the lad. Others, too, awaited Josse — Gus, Tilly and their children, Will and Ella too, servants in name but more like family to Josse — and their faces flashed one by one across his mind. It would be good to get back.

He realized he was hungry. The household at the House in the Woods ate well, even given the current circumstances, for virtually everything that went on their table came from their own land. Over the year, Josse and his small workforce had gradually cut back the trees surrounding the house, and now several acres were under cultivation. Their sheep grazed on the pastures of New Winnowlands, Josse’s former home, with the flock belonging to the manor’s present occupants. Given the constant, greedy demands of the king, they were fortunate, Josse well knew, to live in such an out-of-the-way spot. Outside those who lived in the immediate vicinity, only a handful of people knew the House in the Woods even existed.

What would Tilly have prepared for the evening meal? He was almost home now, and he kicked Alfred to a canter. He would soon be finding out.

Helewise was having a lovely day. The autumn weather was pleasantly warm, and she had spent most of the time out of doors, reason enough to make her happy. In addition, for much of it she had had the company of her youngest grandchild, whose father had left her that morning in Helewise’s care while he rode on to Tonbridge. He had business with Gervase de Gifford, who was the sheriff.

Helewise didn’t enquire, as once she would have done, what that business was. It wasn’t that she did not care; it was more that her priorities had changed. The outside world was less important to her now than her family and her loved ones.

When asked by her fond grandmother what she would like to do with their day together, Rosamund promptly said that she wanted to see the Dark Lady. Smiling to herself, Helewise readily agreed and, after the noon meal, the two of them set off through the forest towards the abbey. There was no hurry, so they took their time, chatting as they walked. It was no surprise when, a quarter of a mile or so from their destination, Meggie materialized beside them.

‘You’re going to see the Lady?’ she asked with a smile.

‘We are,’ Helewise agreed.

‘Can I come too?’

‘Of course.’

St Edmund’s Chapel had been deserted, Helewise’s little cell empty. Then there was still no replacement, she observed sadly. Brushing the thought aside, she followed Meggie and Rosamund into the chapel, and together she and Meggie raised the trapdoor cleverly disguised as a flagstone. The three of them descended into the crypt, and Meggie struck a spark, lighting the torch that was set in the wall sconce.

The Black Goddess sat in her niche and, as always, Helewise felt her power. She gave herself up to it for a few moments, then, with a smile to Meggie, slipped away and went back to the chapel above. She went to stand before the simple altar with its plain wooden cross. Without thinking, she dropped to her knees. Soon she was so deep in prayer that she did not notice Meggie and Rosamund come up from the crypt, gently lower the flagstone and leave the chapel.

When finally she emerged into the bright afternoon, it was to discover that the others had found a sunny spot on the slope that led down to the abbey and were crouched on the grass, deep in conversation.

‘You’ll get cold, sitting on the wet grass!’ she scolded, hurrying down to them.

Rosamund turned and gave her a sweet smile. ‘We are sitting on our thick cloaks, and mine is lined with fur! Besides, the grass is not wet,’ she said. ‘Feel! The sun is warm today and has dried it.’

Helewise was about to insist — the child was her responsibility just then — but there was no need. Both of them were already getting up. ‘I have just been telling Rosamund about the little bridge I’ve been trying to build across the stream beside the hut,’ Meggie said. ‘She’d really like to-’

Rosamund didn’t allow others to speak for her. ‘I’d love to see it,’ she said pleadingly, taking Helewise’s hand and giving it a squeeze. ‘Can we go with Meggie to the hut, Grandmother?’

Helewise looked from one to the other. This was meant to be my day with my granddaughter! she thought, and then instantly regretted it. Others loved Rosamund too, for the girl was generous with her affections. Why should Meggie not enjoy the child’s company as well? She glanced at Meggie and saw understanding in Meggie’s brown eyes.

‘Perhaps you should go back with your grandmother,’ Meggie said gently, ‘and we’ll go to the hut another time, when-’

‘No, go now!’ Helewise interrupted her with a smile. ‘Just the two of you. I’ll see you later, back at the House in the Woods,’ she said, giving Rosamund a hug. ‘I don’t mind,’ she added softly to Meggie.

Meggie looked at her intently, the bright golden lights in her eyes that were so like her father’s catching the lowering sun. Then she nodded.

The three of them walked together as far as the place where the track to the hut branched off from the main path. There, with a cheerful, ‘Goodbye, Meggie! See you later, Rosamund!’, Helewise went on alone.

The inhabitants of the House in the Woods knew where Rosamund was, and so nobody thought to worry about her. She was with Meggie, and Meggie was more at home in the forest than anyone else in the family.

Darkness began to fall. First Josse and then Helewise slipped outside to look anxiously down the track that led away under the trees.

‘She’ll be here soon,’ Josse said.

Helewise thought his voice sounded uncertain. ‘Yes, I’m sure she will.’ She noticed that hers did too.

They waited.

Presently, footsteps sounded, crossing the courtyard behind them. Ninian came to stand beside them, closely followed by Geoffroi. Half-brothers they might be, but there was little resemblance between them, other than an indefinable but unmistakable air of confidence and power. Ninian was tall, slim and dark, like his mother. His brilliant blue eyes he had inherited from his father.