Because I was excommunicated,“ Thomas said bitterly, and my companions wanted nothing more to do with me.” I mean why you came to Gascony in the first place,' Planchard asked patiently.
The Earl of Northampton sent me,“ Thomas said. I see. Planchard said, his tone implying he knew Thomas was evading the question. And the Earl had his reasons, did he?” Thomas said nothing. He saw Philin across the cloister and raised a hand in greeting and the coredor smiled back; the smile suggesting that his son, like Genevieve, was recovering from the arrow wound. Planchard persisted. The Earl had reasons, Thomas?“ Castillon d'Arbizon was once his property. He wanted it back.” It was his property,“ Planchard said tartly, for a very short time, and I cannot think that the Earl is so bereft of land that he needs send men to defend an insignificant town in Gascony, especially after a truce was signed at Calais. He must have sent you to break that truce for a very special reason, don't you think?” He paused, then smiled at Thomas's obduracy. Do you know any more of that psalm which begins Dominus reget me?'
Some,' Thomas said vaguely.
Then perhaps you know the words calix meus inebrians?“ My cup makes me drunk,” Thomas said.
Because I looked at your bow this morning, Thomas,“ Planchard said, out of nothing but idle curiosity. I have heard so much about the English war bow, but I have not seen one for many years. But yours, I noticed, had something which I suspect most bows do not. A silver plate. And on the plate, young man, was the badge of the Vexilles.”
My father was a Vexille. Thomas said.
So you're nobly born?'
Bastard born,“ Thomas said. He was a priest.” Your father was a priest?“ Planchard sounded surprised. A priest. Thomas confirmed, in England.”
I heard some of the Vexilles had fled there,“ Planchard said, but that was many years ago. Before my memories begin. So why does a Vexille return to Astarac?”
Thomas said nothing. Monks were going to work, carrying hoes and stakes out of the gate. Where were they taking the dead Count?“ he asked, trying to evade the abbot's question. He must go to Berat, of course, to be buried with his ancestrs,” Planchard said, and his body will be stinking by the time it gets to the cathedral. I remember when his father was buried: the smell was so bad that most of the mourners fled into the open air. Now, what was my question? Ah yes, why does a Vexille return to Astarac?'
Why not?' Thomas answered.
Planchard stood and beckoned him. Let me show you something, Thomas.' He led Thomas to the abbey church where, as he
entered, the abbot dipped his finger into the stoup of holy water and made the sign of the cross as he genuflected towards the high altar. Thomas, almost for the first time in his life, did not make the same obeisance. He was excommunicated. The old things had no power for him now because he had been cut off from them. He followed the abbot across the wide empty nave to an alcove behind a side altar and there Planchard unlocked a small door with a big key. It will be dark downstairs,“ the old man warned, and I have no lantern, so step carefully.”
A dim light found its way down the stairs and when Thomas reached the bottom Planchard held up a hand. Wait here. he said, and I will bring you something. It is too dark to see in the treasury.' Thomas waited. His eyes became accustomed to the gloom and he saw there were eight arched openings in the undercroft and then he saw that it was not just a vault, but an ossuary and the realization made him take a step back in sudden horror. The arches were stacked with bones. Skulls gazed at him. At the eastern end there was an arch only half filled, the rest of its space waiting for the brethren who prayed each day in the church above. This was the cellar of the dead; heaven's ante chamber.
He heard the click of a lock turning, then the abbot's footsteps returned and Planchard held out a wooden box. Take it to the light. he said, and look at it. The Count tried to steal it from me, but when he returned here with the fever I took it back from him. Can you see it properly?'
Thomas held the box up to the small light that came down the stairwell. He could see that the box was old, that its wood had dried out, and that it had once been painted inside and out, but then, on the front, he saw the remnants of the words he knew so well, the words that had haunted him ever since his father had died: Calix Meus Inebrians.
It is said. the Abbot took the box back from Thomas, that it was found in a precious reliquary on the altar of the chapel in the Vexille castle. But it was empty when it was found, Thomas. Do you understand that?'
It was empty. Thomas repeated.
I think I know. Planchard said, what brings a Vexille to Astarac, but there is nothing here for you, Thomas, nothing at all. The box was empty.“ He put the box back, locked the heavy chest and led Thomas back up to the church. He secured the treasury door, then beckoned Thomas to sit with him on a stone ledge that ran all around the otherwise bare nave. The box was empty. the abbot insisted, though no doubt you are thinking it was filled once. And I think you came here to find the thing that filled it.” Thomas nodded. He was watching two novices sweep the church, their birch bristles making small scratching noises on the wide flagstones. I also came. he said, to find the man who killed, who murdered my father.'
You know who did that?'
My cousin. Guy Vexille. I'm told he calls himself the Count of Astarac.'
And you think he is here?' Planchard sounded surprised. I have never heard of such a man.
I think that if he knows I am here. Thomas said, then he'll come.
And you will kill him?'
Question him. Thomas said. I want to know why he thought my father possessed the Grail.'
And did your father possess it?'
I don't know. Thomas said truthflly. I think he may have believed he did. But he was also mad at times.“ Mad?” The question was asked very gently.
He didn't worship God. Thomas said, but fought him. He pleaded, shouted, screamed and wept at God. He saw most things very clearly, but God confused him.'
And you?' Planchard asked.
I'm an archer. Thomas said, I have to see things very clearly.“ Your father. Planchard said, opened the door to God and was dazzled, while you keep the door shut?”
Maybe. Thomas said defensively.
So what is it, Thomas, that you hope to achieve if you find the Grail?'
Peace. Thomas said. And justice. It was not an answer he had thought about, but almost a dismissal of Planchard's question. A soldier who seeks peace. Planchard said, amused. You are full of contradictions. You have burned and killed and stolen to make peace.' He held up a hand to still Thomas's protest. I have to tell you, Thomas, that I think it would be best if the Grail were not found. If I were to discover it I would hurl it into the deepest sea, down among the monsters, and tell no one. But if another person finds it, then it will merely be another trophy in the wars of ambitious men. Kings will fight for it, men like you will die because of it, churches will grow rich on it, and there will be no peace. But I don't know that. Maybe you're right? Maybe the Grail will usher in an age of plenty and peacefulness, and I pray it does. Yet the discovery of the crown of thorns brought no such splendurs, and why should the Grail be more powerful than our dear
Lord's thorns? We have vials of his blood in Flanders and England, yet they do not bring peace. Is the Grail more precious than his blood?'
Some men think so. Thomas said uncomfortably.
And those men will kill like beasts to possess it. Planchard said. They will kill with all the pity of a wolf savaging a lamb, and you tell me it will bring peace?“ He sighed. Yet perhaps you're right. Perhaps this is the time for the Grail to be found. We need a miracle.”
To bring peace?'
Planchard shook his head. He said nothing for a while, just stared at the two sweepers and looked very solemn and immensely sad. I have not told this to anyone, Thomas,“ he broke his long silence, and you would be wise to tell no one either. In time we shall all know and by then it will be too late. But not long ago I received a letter from a brother house in Lombardy and our world is about to change utterly.”
Because of the Grail?'
I wish it were so. No, because there is a contagion in the east. A dreadful contagion, a pestilence that
