stronger, more dazzling. She felt an urgency for what had to be done.
‘I love you, Ralph, I always will.’ Her fingers were pressing against each side of his head. ‘I will always wait for you; that has been my constant thought since I fell from the parapet walk.’
Ralph was aware that he was lying in his bed yet he did not wish to open his eyes. He was frightened that if he did, the very close presence of the woman he loved would leave him. He could hear her telling him of her love, sensed the urgency and the passion in the way she spoke. He was with her on the parapet walk. She was leaning down to pick something up and then they were falling. But, instead of waking, he was in the castle bailey standing next to her, looking down at her corpse on the cobbles. Sir John Grasse and others were running towards him. Nothing had changed except a strange, eerie, coppery light which seemed to suffuse everything.
‘Listen and watch,’ a voice urged, ‘to what has happened in that other world alongside yours…’
The clerk of Oxford had finished his story and the pilgrims could see his distress. He would answer no more questions but lay down beside the fire and pulled his threadbare blanket up around him. The other pilgrims followed suit. It was not the most restful of nights. Strange, harsh sounds shattered the silence; there was a constant rustling in the undergrowth. The miller eventually got up and walked through the trees to the edge of the field they’d crossed. He came back to say they were bathed in moonlight but he was sure he’d glimpsed figures walking towards them. Many of the pilgrims drank a little more ale or wine and huddled closer to each other.
They passed the rest of the night untroubled and the sun rose in glorious splendour, dispelling their fears. The knight roused them, telling them that the next night they would stop at one of the most comfortable hostelries in the kingdom. Food was distributed – salted ham, watered ale and some bread they had bought from a villager’s house. Horses and ponies were saddled, possessions collected and soon the pilgrims were streaming through the trees, back across the fields to the trackway, only too pleased to leave the woods.
The poor priest noticed the clerk of Oxford moved slowly as if reluctant to depart. Mine Host also delayed but the clerk was so dilatory that eventually the taverner shrugged and urged his horse after the rest. The poor priest, having sent his brother the ploughman ahead, helped the clerk to pack his most cherished possession, a tattered copy of Aristotle’s Metaphysics.
‘This brings back memories, doesn’t it, sir?’
The clerk nodded. ‘Devil’s Spinney outside Ravenscroft is just the same.’
‘And your story?’ the poor priest asked.
‘Every word is true, Father.’ The clerk of Oxford, one foot in the stirrup, looked full at him. ‘On the day Adam and Marisa died, I slipped into the dark. I dreamt, no, I saw visions of everything Beatrice had seen, heard and experienced.’ He swung himself up into his saddle and stared down at the poor priest. ‘I’ve been most privileged, Father. I have loved and I have been loved. Because of that love, I caught a glimpse of what happens after death.’ He gathered up the reins. ‘And, once that happens, what do you care about gold or treasure? Or preferment or benefices? We all have to make that journey, Father, and we must always be ready.’
‘And Beatrice?’
‘She has travelled on, into the golden light, Brother Antony with her. I can love no other woman. I would only see Beatrice’s eyes and hear her voice. But come, Father, don’t be sad. I wonder what tale awaits us this day.’
‘Has your life really changed?’ The priest caught at his bridle.
‘Since that day of the vision, Father, the curtain which separates life and death has never been fully closed, even here. Last night I was aware of other presences.’ He shook his head. ‘But they did not concern me. We must be going.’
They left the trees, following the others down the slight incline. The clerk stopped. He looked over his shoulder and stared at the shadowy figures standing in the trees gazing out at him.
