Pip Vaughan-Hughes - The Vault of bones

'But someone still has to steal the Crown,' James pointed out.

'Hmm. I wonder if I could have a word, in private, with these two young people,' said the Captain. Much later that night, huddled in the master's hold once again, Letice, the Captain and I went over the plans we had made. The girl and I were to make our way to Venice in secret, and go straight to the Ca' Kanzir, which was the palazzo where the Captain and the company of the Cormaran lived when he was in the city, and was the closest thing to a home that he possessed in the whole world.

'I do not have the keys,' said the Captain, crossly. 'I managed to throw them overboard, with my purse, before I was overpowered. With any luck, Querini will not have ransacked the place. You will have to make a set of picks, my lad. Do you know how?' I shook my head. 'I will show you,' he said, and drew an admiring look from Letice.

Andrew of Longjumeau, hoping against the odds that matters could be handled in an official manner, and giving me the strictest instructions not to implicate Louis Capet in any skulduggery, had written me an official letter, and sealed it with the royal seal. That should be enough to get me an audience with the Venetian Council. The Captain advised me against using the pope's letter except in the direst need.

I really do not want you even to take it, Patch,' he said. Tt is worth more to us than you can even imagine – no, I am sure you can imagine, in fact. I beg you, guard it with your life. But – ' and he held up a hand and placed it gently upon my head – your life is worth more. Probably. Now, Mistress Londeneyse.' He turned to Letice. What are your intentions towards Nicholas Querini?'

‘I wish him dead, of course,' she said bluntly. 'But I'm not a fool. I would rather that he were humiliated, in truth, that his spirit were staved in. He would die inside,. that way. It would eat him like a canker.' 'And how would that be achieved?' asked the Captain.

'If he were made to look foolish, if he lost face. If he were ruined – but that will not happen. He is almost the richest man in Venice.'

‘I like Venice,' said the Captain. Tt is a useful place for us. I would not have it made dangerous for my company.' ‘I understand,' said Letice.

'Do you?' She nodded, gravely. What do you want, young woman?' asked the Captain, softly.

‘I want respect. I want to be the equal of men,' she said, vehemently. 'I do not want to end my days in the purgatory of whoredom, and I do not wish to pull the strings for idiot puppet-men, just because the world regards a quim as… as disqualifying its owner from receiving all that her brains and courage can earn her!'

Well said,' the Captain said, and although Letice was shaking with fury, she gave him a curt nod. 'Brains and courage are all that I and my company require. Patch has vouched for you: that is almost enough for me. Almost. You know much about my affairs. You have, in fact, some power over me. Do not abuse it. Do not: for I would welcome you when this affair is settled. Do you understand?' Letice stiffened, and nodded. 'Thank you,' she said.

We put into Ravenna on the fifteenth of March, 1239, for it was decided that it was a safe port and far enough from Venice, but not too far. An inn was found, and the two Dominicans, Michael Scot and the Captain bid farewell to the master of the Seynt Victor. I went with them. The friars were in raptures to be on dry land again, although I had noticed that Andrew of Longjumeau was far from the pious milksop that at times he pretended to be. Even Michael Scot was almost happy, and glided greyly along, looking something like his own self.

The four men found beds, and while baggage was being carried up and prices agreed upon, we adjourned to the dining room and called for wine. We all, friars included, took a cup, and while we were drinking and reminiscing, although the voyage had only just ended, there was a thunder of hooves outside and much shouting, then a growing clamour of voices, as if a crowd were gathering. The innkeeper went outside to see what had happened, and came back a few minutes later, looking worried. We all asked him what could be the matter.

'His Holiness has excommunicated the Emperor Frederick,' he told us, and poured out more wine. 'It happened three days ago, so it seems. That fellow outside just arrived from Rome. The war will not stop, then.'

War?' said the Captain, curiously. 'There has been fighting in the north for a year now. Is it still going on?'

'Frederick declared that he would take the papal states for the empire,' said Michael Scot, hollowly. 'I found out at Cerigo. Now this. I expected it, I suppose, for what else could Gregory do? Surrender the Patrimony of Saint Peter? But… so it begins.' He rubbed his temples, and stood up.

'Leave my things’ he told the innkeeper. 'I must depart right away.' And he bade farewell to us, although we could do no more than nod and murmur in return, so surprised were we. But when he went to the door he beckoned to me, and as the innkeeper found him a horse, he looked up at the sky, which was lowering. 'I will be riding into snow’ he said. Where are you going?' I asked him.

'My good Petroc’ he replied, 'my plans are at an end. The two great giants of the world are lumbering towards one another, and nothing will stop them. They will tear Christendom apart with their greed and their pride. I am glad, now, that Nicholas did not live to see this.'

'Shall I bring you the Mandylion?' I whispered, dreading his reply, but he only shook his head.

What good would it do?' he said. 'The world is slipping into chaos. The Beast's jaws are widening. Keep it for me. Your friends are, after all, the experts in such things. If I think I can use it to do some good, I will find it in good hands.'

The horse was being led out, and Michael picked up his bag.

'Doctor Scotus’ I said, as he slung it over the saddle and set his foot in the stirrup, 'thank you.'

'For what?' he asked, looking down at me. I felt again that strange sensation, as if the air were shimmering before his face. 'For Anna – for healing Anna.' 'Gladly done’ he whispered.

Where will you go?' I asked again. He settled himself in the saddle and threw his hood over his head.

‘I shall ride towards the mountains’ he said. 'Sooner or later I shall come to a crossroads. Frederick is in the north, Gregory the south. I will choose, somehow, as I have always chosen. Or maybe I shall not. Goodbye, Patch. Perhaps we will see each other again.' I hope so, good Doctor’ I said.

The next day the Seynt Victor sailed north again. We put into Chioggia late in the afternoon, and I was glad of it, for the wind was blowing cold off the Po marshes and there was a wearisome smell of rotting weeds in the air, lowering to the spirits. Chioggia itself was a small city, squatting cheerfully upon the great sandbank that lay between the sea and the lagoon on which Venice lay, further to the north-east. There was a brisde of belltowers and a stubble of masts, and into this we nosed. The Captain had given us a name, of a silk merchant, whose cousin had a brother, a trustworthy fellow, a discreet man, who owned a fishing boat. And so it was arranged.

We passed through the Lagoon lying on the cold, brackish deck, hidden beneath a mound of old sacking that stank of fermenting fish. The cousin and his mate had made us hide as soon as the lights of Chioggia had faded. I squeezed myself tight against the side of the boat and stretched out, trying to see stars between the tight mesh of the sack-cloth. There was no sound except the rush and knock of the water beneath us, and the creaking of the sail. Letice wriggled herself tight against me, and her fingers wrapped themselves around mine. I did not say anything, for I was too cold and too nervous – about Venice, and now, truth be told, about her warm hand. Sometimes one of the fishermen muttered something or hissed a curse, and now and then, from very far away came the hollow plea of a night-bird. It was not an unpleasant way to pass the time, despite the nose-searing fish stench, and indeed I fell asleep, only realising I had done so when Letice prodded me awake. I opened my eyes to see the blaze of the Milky Way above me. The snow-clouds had blown away. I took a chestful of sharp, rush-scented air and sat up.