Deadly Inheritance

‘Do try,’ invited Henry drily. ‘I am sure you have been pondering the matter.’

Geoffrey looked at the people milling in the yard. ‘Baderon and fitzNorman are rivals. It is possible Baderon or one of his knights started the fire to make fitzNorman look careless in your eyes. Corwenna is a spiteful woman who does not care whom she harms. Eleanor de Bicanofre, who is said to be a witch, has disappeared, along with Hugh. The list is endless.’

Henry regarded him with his clear grey eyes. ‘Did you inspect Margaret’s body? I saw you kneel next to it. She did not die in the fire, did she?’

‘No, Sire.’

Henry sighed impatiently. ‘You are being remarkably obtuse this morning. Must I drag the information from you piece by piece? How did she die, man?’

‘She was strangled,’ replied Geoffrey. ‘One of Goodrich’s servants lies next to her, dead the same way.’

Henry was thoughtful. ‘Margaret was a good lady, and deserves to be avenged. And you must be concerned about the loss of a servant – for whatever reason he was killed. Would you like to find out why? Or shall I ask Giffard to do it?’

‘I will,’ said Geoffrey, not wanting anyone – even Giffard – prying into Goodrich’s affairs. And he had liked Margaret. He had talked to her about the only woman he had ever truly loved, and he did not tell just anyone about his duchess.

‘Good,’ said Henry. ‘But you cannot ask your questions here. We shall invite everyone to Goodrich for a few days, and you can do it there.’

‘No!’ exclaimed Geoffrey, not wanting possible killers near Joan.

‘No?’ queried Henry mildly. ‘One does not say “no” to one’s monarch quite so bluntly.’

‘I did not fight on the Welsh borders all summer only to invite murderers to Joan’s home.’

‘Joan can look after herself,’ said Henry wryly. ‘And she liked Margaret, too, so I am sure she will be supportive. I insist you do as I suggest. Durand will help. He has some spare time before he joins Giffard in Winchester.’

‘What?’ exclaimed Giffard, who had not been told about the new plans. ‘I cannot take Durand, Sire. He is far too venal, and I am a Bishop.’

‘It will do you good,’ Henry said firmly. ‘He may even bring a smile to those sombre features. But he will not be with you for a while yet. I am worried about the situation that is brewing with Baderon and his Welsh friends.’

‘Baderon wants peace on the Marches, but it is equally possible the Welsh will unite in war,’ said Geoffrey, relieved to share his concerns with a man in a position to do something about them.

Henry nodded. ‘I shall pass through Goodrich in a week or so, and Durand can report his findings then. Meanwhile, you can look into these three murders.’

‘Three murders?’ asked Geoffrey, startled. ‘Margaret, Jervil and . . .’

‘And Henry – your brother. My agents visited Goodrich after he died, and they told me that a man called Jervil was in the stables when Henry was killed. They took Jervil to a tavern and prised information from him while he was drunk. He did not see the killer, but he heard him.’

Geoffrey nodded. He had already established as much, although he doubted whether he could have persuaded Jervil to go to an inn and allow his wits to be pickled and rummaged for information. Perhaps that was why Jervil had been reluctant to answer further questions.

‘I saw Jervil arrive yesterday evening,’ Henry went on. ‘I happened to be looking out of my window when he rode into the yard, and I sent a squire to find out his business. I assumed he was carrying messages for me – strangers arriving at odd hours usually are. But Jervil said his business was with Baderon, which intrigued me, given that he was from Goodrich.’

Geoffrey gazed at him. It intrigued him, too. What business could a groom from his own manor have with the lord of a rival one?

Henry continued. ‘I saw Baderon speak to Jervil and pay him – handsomely.’

Geoffrey continued to stare. Jervil had asked whether Geoffrey was going to see Baderon, and had asked Bale to spy to find out. So why had he then come to Dene to meet Baderon himself? Geoffrey recalled Jervil and Torva’s belief that Henry had been killed by Baderon’s knights. Was the clandestine meeting about that? Geoffrey’s thoughts whirled.

‘There was no purse of money on Jervil’s body, Sire,’ he said eventually.

‘Perhaps he was killed for his earnings,’ suggested the King. ‘Of course, what happened to Margaret is obvious: clearly she was killed because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time – she happened to enter the stables when Jervil was murdered and was strangled to prevent her from telling anyone what she had seen.’

‘She was probably looking for Isabel,’ suggested Giffard.

‘There was something else about Jervil’s meeting with Baderon that was odd,’ said Henry. ‘I saw Baderon pass him a purse, but before that, I saw Jervil give Baderon a dagger.’

‘A dagger?’ asked Geoffrey.

‘Yes, a large one with a ruby in its hilt. I saw it quite clearly. Why would Jervil give an expensive thing like that to Baderon?’

‘I do not know,’ said Geoffrey, his thoughts tumbling inside his head. ‘But your description sounds very like the weapon that killed my brother.’

The King’s announcement that he wanted some of his subjects to meet him at Goodrich after his visit to Gloucester met a mixed response. FitzNorman was relieved, because he took the summons to mean that he had been forgiven for the fire. Baderon was bemused and his knights resentful, while Geoffrey heard Corwenna bluntly informing Seguin that she would not go. Her interpretation was that Geoffrey had persuaded the King to order it so that he could kill her.

Abbot Serlo, astride a fat donkey, came to speak to Geoffrey while he waited for the cumbersome train of horses and carts to begin their journey to Gloucester. ‘Has Giffard asked you to find out whether Walter and Agnes poisoned the Duchess?’ he asked without preamble. ‘I know he is concerned, and Durand tells me you have rare investigative skills.’

‘Durand is exaggerating.’

‘They had a lot to gain from Sibylla’s death, and Agnes has not capit-alized on it only because Giffard dragged her away before she could push her claws further into the Duke. I have been watching them carefully, but now you must be vigilant for Giffard’s safety. I do not want him poisoned, too. He is a friend.’

Geoffrey recalled that Serlo had been in Normandy when Sibylla had died. ‘Can you tell me anything to help? I know Walter owned a mandrake pot, but it has been empty too long to have been used on Sibylla.’

‘Mandrake,’ mused Serlo. ‘Its roots are its most dangerous part – they shriek when they are pulled from the ground. Any man hearing it will die, so the Italians use dogs to harvest them.’

‘So they grow in Italy?’ asked Geoffrey, recalling the Italian words carved on the pot and Walter’s use of the language.

‘Among other places. The leaves are also poisonous, and there is a red-yellow fruit like an apple. It is used in medicine, but only externally, because it is so strong. Witches use it in charms – to bring love.’

Geoffrey thought about the charms that he had seen at the Angel Springs, and wondered whether Eleanor employed mandrake. Then he thought about the dead birds at the shepherd’s hut and above the place where Henry had died. Had a witch put them there, or just superstitious peasants?

‘To bring love?’ he asked, dragging his thoughts back to Serlo.

‘It is supposed to produce strong and rampant lovers,’ explained Serlo. ‘With such a powerful plant, the line is a fine one: too little will not have the desired effect, while too much will kill.’

‘You seem to know a good deal about it,’ said Geoffrey warily.

Serlo smiled. ‘We have a fine library at Gloucester, as you know – you spent enough time there during your noviciate.’ He sketched a benediction, exhorted him again to look after Giffard, and took his place in the cavalcade.

‘So,’ announced the King in a ringing voice. ‘Baderon, fitzNorman, Bicanofre, Giffard and their households will travel to Goodrich today or tomorrow. The rest of you shall come with me.’