It seemed to Josse that he had been searching for the Brown Man for days, although in truth it had only been the afternoon and evening of one day and the early part of the next. Yesterday he had scoured the forest closest to Hawkenlye Abbey, going back in his memories and seeking out all the places where he had ever known somebody to hide. He had wondered briefly about going to check in the area immediately around Joanna’s hut, probably the best hiding place of all, since even he, who was well aware of its existence and would have said he knew how to get there, quite often had a problem locating it. In the end, he didn’t bother. According to Helewise, Meggie had gone to the hut to fetch supplies, and he very much doubted it was the first time. If there had been any sign that someone had been there, she would have noticed and told him.
He had found nothing and, as darkness fell and made further searching impossible, he had turned for home. This morning, with an eager Geoffroi by his side, he had been concentrating on the area further east, closer to the House in the Woods. Heartbreakingly, they had checked the camp where Ninian had briefly stayed last autumn, before he fled. Full of memories and images of Ninian, the place had clearly lain undisturbed since its former occupant had left.
Now, Josse made up his mind to go back to Hawkenlye, and, if there was no news there, on to Tonbridge. He was deeply uneasy, although he did not know why. Mentally, he went through all the people he loved, reminding himself where they were and what they were doing. Apart from Ninian – and his absence was an ongoing pain that Josse could never make himself get used to – everyone was accounted for.
He realized that his distress was on behalf of the Brown Man; he had failed to find him, and perhaps that meant that he’d been wrong about the man choosing to hide in the forest. Supposing he had stayed close to Tonbridge? Supposing Lord Benedict’s gang of thugs and bullies were even now surrounding him, closing in on him while he lay in an exhausted sleep, preparing to jump on him, beat him, bind him and take him captive to some foul prison from which he would only emerge for his hanging?
Having decided, Josse took Geoffroi back to the House in the Woods and left him in Gus’s care, with strict instructions to keep a close watch on the lad. ‘I am going to seek for news, at Hawkenlye first and then down in Tonbridge. Geoffroi is wild to come with me,’ Josse said quietly to Gus, ‘but there is danger there, and I would not put him at risk.’ Briefly, he explained.
‘I know of Lord Benedict,’ Gus said, a look of disgust twisting his pleasant face. ‘If one of his gangs finds this Brown Man of yours, I pity him.’
‘Let’s hope they don’t,’ Josse replied.
‘Amen to that,’ Gus muttered. He helped Josse back into Alfred’s saddle. ‘Good luck,’ he said.
‘I’ll need it,’ Josse replied.
Since he had to ride almost right past the clearing by St Edmund’s Chapel to get to the abbey, he decided to make the brief detour and speak to the three women there. He would not be long, he told himself, and if there was news at the abbey, it could wait for that short while.
It was almost noon. A fire had been lit in a newly-built hearth behind the chapel, and the smell of whatever broth or stew was simmering over it filled the clearing. Josse’s rumbling stomach reminded him he had not eaten since the sparse breakfast he had snatched at dawn. Slipping off Alfred’s back, he tethered the big horse at the edge of the tree line and headed over to the group gathered around the fire.
There were perhaps a dozen people there, ranging in age from an elderly, toothless grand-dame wrapped in an old sack to a baby bound snugly in a shawl against its mother’s chest. With the exception of the baby, every man, woman and child was rapidly shovelling in food, as if the crude wooden bowls were about to be snatched away. Studying these people, many of whom looked as if they hadn’t seen food for days, Josse was ashamed of himself. He, who’d already eaten that morning, had been about to demand a share of the broth.
His eyes sought out Helewise, who was standing beside the hearth with a big white apron tied round her waist and a ladle in her hand. She was watching the hungry people, smiling in satisfaction as they ate. She had not noticed him.
I have to do something to help, she had said to him when she told him she was planning to come back here. Well, she was succeeding. In just a few days, she and the others had got this little sanctuary up and running, with food available, advice on injuries and sickness from Meggie, and, in Helewise herself, the firm support of a woman whom most of the local people knew and trusted.
He had to admit she had been right.
He glanced around, looking for the others. There was Little Helewise, talking to the woman with the baby. The girl was pale, he thought, and she looked anxious. As if she felt his eyes on her, she turned. He could hear her gasp even from several paces away.
What was the matter with her? Helewise had told him only yesterday that the girl’s spirits were much improved, yet there she was, looking at him as if he was the last person she wanted to see.
Suddenly, cold fear clutched at his heart. Where was Meggie?
Not stopping to think, he ran into the chapel, flinging back the door so violently that it banged hard against the stone wall. Not there. He turned and raced across the clearing, past the lay brothers’ shelter and into the little cell. His eyes scanned it – three tidily-made cots, the hearth swept and kindling laid ready, the women’s belongings neatly stowed on and under their beds.
No, that was wrong. Two sets of belongings were stored by the owners’ beds; the third cot was bare.
Meggie was no longer there.
He spun round and was about to burst out of the cell when Helewise rushed in, her granddaughter on her heels.
‘Where is she?’ he demanded, his voice a roar of pain. ‘And don’t tell me she’s at the hut,’ he shouted, before Helewise could speak, ‘because it’d be a lie and I won’t believe you – she’s taken everything!’
Helewise took his arm in a firm grip and steered him to the largest of the three beds. ‘Sit down, Josse,’ she said, and her voice was once more that of a former abbess of Hawkenlye. He sank on to the bed, and she stood over him, Little Helewise lurking uncomfortably behind her.
‘Tell me the truth,’ he said hoarsely.
‘I would not lie to you,’ she replied. ‘We have been waiting for you, for we must pass on to you all that we know.’ She shot a quick glance at Little Helewise. ‘We guessed you would return to the abbey, but we resolved that if you had not done so by noon – now – we would seek you out at the House in the Woods.’
His heart was thumping painfully. ‘To say what?’
She sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers. ‘Dear Josse, Meggie has gone to search for Ninian.’
He tried to leap to his feet, but she held him back; he had forgotten how strong she was. ‘I’ve got to go after her!’ he cried. Rounding on her, he shouted, ‘Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you found out?’
Helewise glanced at her granddaughter, and he thought he read reproof in the look. Pointing at her, he yelled, ‘It’s your fault, is it? You’re to blame, for keeping my daughter’s disappearance to yourself!’
Little Helewise went white, and one hand clutched at her stomach. Josse barely saw the gesture; he wanted to leap at her and shake the truth out of her.
‘Don’t shout at her, Josse, she’s—’ Helewise began, quickly getting to her feet and going to stand protectively in front of her granddaughter. But then, to Josse’s surprise and, to judge by her expression, Helewise’s too, the girl gently moved Helewise out of the way.
With a lift of her chin and her eyes full of determination, she said, ‘Josse, it is true that I knew she had gone, and, indeed, my fault that you were not notified immediately, but I think you should hear the whole story.’
‘Go on,’ he said coldly.
‘She was at her hut yesterday,’ Little Helewise began, ‘fetching—’
‘Fetching supplies. Aye, I know.’
‘Yes,’ Little Helewise agreed. ‘She came back here, and we all ate supper together. Grandmother told Meggie that you’d been to see us and explained how you’d told us about the Brown Man being hunted by Lord Benedict’s men, and how you thought he was innocent and was probably hiding out in the forest, where you were going to look for him and tell him he should flee.’ She paused for breath. ‘Well, not long after that, we all settled down for the night. We fall asleep quickly, because it’s warm and cosy in the cell and we’re usually very tired. Anyway, something woke me up – I’ve no idea how much of the night had passed – and I opened my eyes to see Meggie. She was kneeling on the floor beside her bed, fully dressed and with her heavy cloak on, and she was packing her leather bag. She was putting everything in it, and, even though I was still half asleep, I realized she wasn’t just taking a few things to go off to the hut for a day or two.’
She hesitated. Josse, desperate to know, was about to demand that she continue, when she drew a shaky breath and spoke again. ‘Meggie said she thought she’d found a way to bring Ninian home. She told me she was setting off to do everything in her power to achieve that aim.’ She paused, clearly thinking. ‘She must have already been out to the hut,’ she added, ‘and accidentally woken me up when she came back here to the cell to fetch her belongings.’
Josse sank back against the stone wall of the cell. Going after Ninian. Meggie was setting off into the huge, dangerous outside world to find Ninian. I tried and failed, he thought bitterly. Why should she do any better? Oh, dear God – anguish flooded through him – his adopted son gone, and now his own precious daughter too.
Little Helewise had sunk down and was kneeling before him. ‘Look at me, Josse,’ she said, and, amid the storm of emotion whirling through his head, he was surprised at the note of authority in her voice. She was not the child of the Warins for nothing . . .
He did as she bade him. Her eyes, cool and grey like her grandmother’s, held his. ‘She hasn’t gone alone,’ she said.
‘What? Who has she gone with, then?’ He tried to think who it could be and failed. For one strange moment, he thought this mysterious companion might even be Joanna . . .
‘She didn’t tell me who it was,’ Little Helewise said gently. ‘But I think we might guess,’ she added, shooting a look at Helewise.
Josse, his mind full of his daughter and desperate for reassurance, hardly heard. ‘Did she—’ He cleared his throat and tried again. ‘Did she say anything else?’
‘She sent you her love and said not to worry. She trusts the person she’s travelling with.’
‘But who is it? Why didn’t she say? She—’
Helewise sat down beside him again and put her hand on his shoulder. ‘Meggie knows, better than anyone else of my acquaintance, who she can and cannot trust,’ she murmured. ‘Have faith in your daughter, dear Josse, for she richly deserves it.’
‘She really believes she can find Ninian,’ Little Helewise added, her eyes shining. ‘I so wanted to go with her, and I pleaded with her to take me with her.’ Her voice broke, and for a moment she seemed to slump into misery, but quickly she recovered. ‘But she wouldn’t.’ She turned to Helewise, and Josse saw her fine eyebrows raised in enquiry.
‘It’s up to you,’ Helewise said softly to the girl. She smiled. ‘Tell him, if you wish.’
Little Helewise nodded. Then, once more facing Josse, she said, ‘The reason Meggie wouldn’t take me with her was because I’m pregnant.’
Josse felt his mouth open in a silent exclamation. ‘Pregnant,’ he repeated. Images flashed through his mind. Little Helewise, grieving when Ninian went away, in despair because neither she nor anyone else knew when – if – he would be back. Ninian, a man now, tall, strong, and, wherever he was, with no idea that his beloved girl was carrying his child. Little Helewise again, pining through the long winter months and then, unexpectedly, turning up at the House in the Woods . . . where, of course, she knew Meggie lived. Meggie, the obvious person to turn to for a young, unmarried woman who had discovered she was pregnant and needed advice.
‘She didn’t tell me,’ he murmured.
‘No, but she said I ought to,’ Little Helewise replied. ‘She said you of all people would not see it as anything to get upset about if a baby was born to an unwed woman, since both your own children were. Oh!’ Belatedly, she clapped a hand in front of her mouth. ‘I am so sorry, Josse. That was very tactless.’
He found he was smiling. Despite everything, a big grin was spreading over his face, and he did not seem to be able to stop it. ‘Tactless but true,’ he remarked. Then, opening his arms, he took her in an enfolding hug. Kissing her soft cheek, he said, ‘I am very happy for you.’
She kissed him back, then, pulling away so that she could look into his face, she said earnestly, ‘Meggie said my duty was to stay here where it’s safe because whatever happened to me would happen to her too.’ Her eyes widened. ‘Her,’ she repeated, frowning slightly. Then, excitement and joy flooding her face, she whispered, ‘When she said her, she meant the baby, didn’t she?’ She put both hands over her stomach and, before either Josse or Helewise could speak, she cried, ‘Oh, do you think she could tell? Did she know? I would so love a girl,’ she whispered.
Josse glanced at Helewise, whose mouth was quirked in a smile. He was well aware – and he was quite sure she was too – that, if ever Meggie could be persuaded to predict the sex of an unborn child, she was never wrong. He said softly, ‘Maybe you’ll get your wish.’
For a moment, nobody spoke; it was, Josse reflected, as if all three were picturing Little Helewise with a small baby girl in her arms. Then, indicating her granddaughter with a tilt of her head, Helewise said, ‘Er, Josse, I think she may have guessed right.’
His mind still on babies, he did not at first realize what she meant. ‘Guessed right?’
‘Just now, Little Helewise said she thought we could guess who Meggie’s gone off with. It must surely be the Brown Man. Don’t you think?’ she prompted when he did not immediately reply.
He considered it. The Brown Man had killed the three brigands back in January, and the other two attacks had been in the last few days, so he must obviously have found a safe place in the vicinity in which to hide out. Since Meggie hadn’t been near the hut until recently – ironically, because Josse had feared the sort of violent man who, it seemed, had in fact been using the hut – the Brown Man could very easily have been living there since he arrived in the area.
Perhaps his daughter’s good judgement was affecting him, but he found he was not as alarmed as he would have expected by this news that she had gone off with a probable murderer. But there was murder and there was execution; what had Sister Estella said? Something bad done for a good cause. Yes. If the man camping out in Meggie’s hut had in fact been the Brown Man, and he was responsible for the revenge killings and assaults, then he was surely on the side of good, not evil.
Or so Josse tried to convince himself.
The two women were waiting for his response, with evident impatience. ‘Aye,’ he said eventually. ‘It all appears to fit with what we already know, although I suppose we should try to keep open minds, for we may be quite wrong.’
‘We’re not,’ Little Helewise said decisively. ‘And, anyway, even if he wasn’t who we think he is, one thing’s for certain. She—’ Abruptly, she stopped, as if suddenly doubting she should go on.
‘What?’ Josse and Helewise said together.
Little Helewise shrugged, as if to say, very well, then. ‘Whoever he is, Meggie really liked him,’ she said. She looked at her grandmother, then at Josse. ‘I’ve never seen her like that before,’ she added softly. ‘It was as if – as if a candle had been lit within her, making her glow.’
‘Could it have been excitement at setting off to look for Ninian?’ Helewise suggested. ‘You said she appeared very certain of success, and she is very close to her brother.’
‘I don’t think it was that.’ Little Helewise shook her head. She smiled. ‘I think Meggie’s fallen for him.’
Josse was almost certain there was little point in going out to the hut to see if he could find any trace of Meggie and her mysterious companion, but that did not stop him trying. Accordingly, leaving Helewise and her granddaughter to tend to the afternoon’s visitors, he set off through the forest.
On this occasion, he had no problem in finding the hut, making his way straight to it. Looking around the clearing, he saw the signs that a horse had been tethered beside the stream, and, thinking he might find hoof prints leading away from the hut to indicate which way they had gone, his hopes rose. Only to be dashed again, when he discovered that the ground all around looked exactly the same: the Brown Man must have walked backwards away from the clearing, scuffing up the prints with a length of branch. It was a device Josse had used more than once himself. This man, he reflected, was no fool.
The worry he had been trying to suppress rose up again. What would happen if Lord Benedict’s men caught up with the Brown Man when he had Meggie with him? Would they assume she was his accomplice and arrest her too, throwing her into a neighbouring but no less dreadful prison? Against his will, the terrible pictures formed.
And then, quite clearly, he thought he heard a voice: do not let your anxiety blind you to what you have just observed.
The man is no fool, he repeated to himself. Then, very faintly, he smiled.
Putting out of his mind the identity of that wise and very familiar voice, he crossed the glade and opened the door of the hut, fastened with Meggie’s usual intricate knot. Inside, all was as neat and tidy as she usually left it. There were a few gaps on her shelves where she stored her herbs, and he guessed she had taken some essential remedies with her. This departure had been done thoughtfully and carefully.
He went up the ladder and studied the sleeping platform. Meggie had been born up there; he and Joanna had made love there several times.
‘Look after her,’ he said aloud to Joanna. ‘As, I hope, you’ve been looking after Ninian. She’s going to find him.’
It was probably only his imagination, or the wind softly blowing through the bare branches outside, but he could have sworn that same voice said, I know.
He fetched Alfred and rode on home. He needed to speak to his household and inform them where, and for what purpose, Meggie had gone. As he rode, he felt again the stab of fear concerning Lord Benedict’s men and was very tempted to hurry on and try to catch up with Meggie and her companion. But very soon he realized there was little point. He might strike lucky and make his way to the port from which they were indeed planning to embark, although it would be a miracle if he did. If he failed, how long was he planning to go on, riding from town to town, asking about a young woman and a man dressed in brown with chestnut-coloured skin? No; it was useless.
Reluctantly, he turned Alfred’s head for home.
Nearing the House in the Woods, it occurred to him to wonder how Meggie was all at once so sure she knew how to find Ninian, and what it had to do with whatever the Brown Man had said. Knowing Meggie, it was quite possible she had been trying some sort of spiritual link with Ninian, and that, through some mysterious mind-meeting process that Josse couldn’t even begin to imagine, she believed she had an idea of his present whereabouts. Oh, dear God, did that mean she too was about to hare off for the Languedoc and plunge right into a war? But no; he arrested the thought. Like the whole family, she had known full well where Ninian was ever since Gervase had told Josse, and had showed no inclination until now to go and look for him.
Logic suggested to Josse that somehow – and probably via the mysterious stranger – Meggie had learned something else; she had heard, or surmised, or intuited, that there was a way to get to Ninian and bring him back.
And, he realized in a flash, how much more urgently he was needed here, now it was known that his beloved Little Helewise was carrying Ninian’s child. Meggie, of course, knew; Josse could think of nothing more certain than that to persuade her that any risk was worth taking if it brought Ninian back.
He was almost home. Suddenly, he remembered the day that Gervase had visited, when, unknown to Josse, he had already received word from his mother far away in the south, concerning the precious Cathar manuscript. That message had reached Gervase, although Josse had no idea how. It had somehow been passed from person to person, whispered from mouth to mouth, all the long miles from the Mediterranean coast to the Kentish Weald.
If a message could travel from south to north, could word similarly be sent the other way?
Wondering why he had not already thought to ask, Josse kicked Alfred to a canter for the last half mile. Tomorrow, he resolved firmly, he would ride down to Tonbridge and put the question to the sheriff.