My men like the Three Cranes.'
It's a good house. Sir Henri said.
So your men stay away from it. Sir Guillaume demanded. Agreed, but they can use the Bear and Butcher?“ Agreed. Sir Guillaume said, but we'd also better insist now that no man can carry swords or bows to either.” Knives only. Sir Henri said, that's sensible. Neither man wanted drunken soldiers conducting wild forays in the night. And if any problems crop up. Sir Henri added, I'll come and talk to you.“ He paused, frowning as he tried to remember something. You were in Flanders, weren't you? With the Count of Coutances?” I was in Flanders. Sir Guillaume confirmed, with that spavined, gutless bastard.' The Count, his liege lord, had treacherously turned against him and taken his land.
They're all bastards. Sir Henri said. But the old Count of Berat wasn't bad. He was mean, of course, and spent his life poking into books. Books! What use are they? He knew every book in Christendom, he did, and had read most of them twice, but he didn't have the sense of a chicken! You know what he was doing in Astarac?“ Looking for the Holy Grail?” Sir Guillaume asked. Exactly. Sir Henri said and both men laughed. Your friend's there now. Sir Henri added.
Robbie Douglas?' Sir Guillaume asked coldly. He had no love for Robbie now.
Not him, he's at Berat. No, the archer and his heretic woman. Thomas?“ Sir Guillaume could not hide his surprise. At Astarac? I told him to go home.”
Well, he didn't. Sir Henri said. He's in Astarac. Why didn't he just burn the girl?'
He's in love.'
With the heretic? So he's a prick-for-brains, is he? He won't have either soon.'
He won't?'
Some bastard's come from Paris. Got a small army. Gone to catch him, which means there'll be fires in Berat's marketplace before long. You know what a priest told me once? That women burn brighter then men. Strange that.“ Sir Henri pushed his chair back and stood. So we're agreed?”
We're agreed. Sir Guillaume said and leaned over the table to shake the other man's hand. Then Sir Henri picked up his armour and shield and beckoned the priest to follow him to the courtyard where he gazed up at the sky. Looks like rain.“ Get your armour under cover,” Sir Guillaume advised, knowing the advice was not needed.
And light some fires, eh? Coldest autumn I can remember here. Sir Henri went. The gates slammed shut and Sir Guillaume climbed laboriously to the top of the castle keep. But he was not looking to watch where his amenable enemy was going, but east towards unseen Astarac, and wondering what he could do to help Thomas.
Nothing, he thought, nothing. And doubtless, he reckoned, the bastard from Paris was Guy Vexille, the man called the Harlequin, who had once given Sir Guillaume three wounds. Three wounds needing vengeance, but Sir Guillaume could do nothing now. For he was besieged and Thomas, he reckoned, was doomed. Charles Bessieres and a half-dozen of his men went to the ossuary beneath the abbey church in search of plunder. One carried a burning candle and, by its uncertain light, they began hauling down the serried bones, evidently expecting to discover treasure, though all they revealed were more bones, but then one of them discovered the small chamber at the vault's western end and shouted in triumph because it contained the big iron-bound chest. One of the men forced the chest's lock with his sword and Bessieres seized the silver paten and the candlestick. Is that all?“ he asked, disappointed. Another of his men found the grail box, but none of them could read and even if they could they would not have understood the Latin inscription and when they saw the box was empty they hurled it back down the vault to fall among the scattered bones. Charles Bessieres then picked up the leather bag that supposedly contained Saint Agnes's girdle. He swore when he found it contained nothing but a length of embroidered linen, but the bag was big enough to hold the plundered silver. They've hidden their wealth,” Bessieres said.
Or they're poor,' one of his men suggested.
They're bloody monks! Of course they're rich.“ Bessieres hung the bag of silver at his waist. Go and find their damned abbot,” he told two of his men, and we'll beat the truth out of the bastard.“ You will do nothing of the sort.” A new voice spoke and the men in the treasury chamber turned to see that Guy Vexille had come down to the ossuary. He was holding a lantern and its light glinted dark from his black-lacquered plate armour. He held the lantern high and looked at the tumbled bones. Have you no respect for the dead?'
Fetch the abbot.“ Charles Bessieres ignored Vexille's question and spoke to his men instead. Bring him here.” I have already sent for the abbot,“ Vexille said, and you will not beat any truth from him.”
You don't command me,' Bessieres bridled.
But I command my sword. Vexille said calmly, and if you cross me then I shall slit your belly open and spill your foul guts to feed the worms. You are here merely as your brother's watchman, nothing else, but if you wish to do something useful then go to the lazar house and search it for the Englishman. But don't kill him! Bring him to me. And put that silver back where you found it.' He nodded at the neck of the candlestick that protruded from the leather bag at Bessieres's waist.
Vexille was alone and facing seven men, but such was his confidence that none thought to oppose him. Even Charles Bessieres,
who feared few men, meekly put the silver down. But I'm not leaving this valley empty-handed,“ he growled as a parting defiance. I trust, Bessieres,” Vexille said, that we shall leave this valley with the greatest treasure of Christendom in our keeping. Now go.'
Vexille grimaced when the men went. He put the lantern on the floor and started putting the bones back in their alcoves, but he stopped when footsteps sounded on the steps. He turned then and watched as Planchard, tall and white-robed, came down to the ossuary.
I apologize for this,“ Vexille said, indicating the bones. They were ordered to leave the abbey untouched.”
Planchard said nothing about the desecration; he just made the sign of the cross and then stooped to retrieve the bag of silver. This passes for our treasury,“ he said, but we have never been a wealthy house. Still, you are welcome to steal these poor things.” I did not come here to steal,' Vexille said.
Then why are you here?' Planchard demanded.
Vexille ignored the question. My name,“ he said instead, is Guy Vexille, Count of Astarac.”
So your men told me,“ Planchard said, when they summoned me to your presence.” He said the last words calmly as if to suggest he took no offence at such an indignity. But I think I would have recognized you anyway.'
You would?' Vexille sounded surprised.
Your cousin was here. A young Englishman.“ The abbot carried the silver back to the chest, then rescued the strip of linen, which he kissed reverently. The two of you,” he went on, bear a remarkable resemblance to each other.'
Except he's bastard born,“ Vexille said angrily, and a heretic.” And you are neither?“ Planchard asked calmly. I serve Cardinal Archbishop Bessieres,” Vexille said, and His Eminence sent me here to find my cousin. Do you know where he is?'
No,“ Planchard said. He sat down on the bench and took a small string of prayer beads from a pocket of his white gown. He was here though?”
Certainly he was here last night,“ Planchard said, but where he is now?” The abbot shrugged. I advised him to leave. I knew men would come searching for him, if only for the pleasure of watching him burn, so I told him to hide himself. I would suggest that he is gone to the woods and your search will be difficult.“ It was your duty. Vexille said harshly, to give him to the Church.”
I have always tried to do my duty to the Church. Planchard said, and sometimes I have failed, but doubtless God will punish me for those failings.
Why was he here?' Vexille asked.
I think you know that, my lord. Planchard said, and there was, perhaps, a hint of mockery in the last two words.
The Grail. Vexille said. Planchard said nothing. He just counted his prayer beads, running them through his thumb and forefinger as he looked at the tall young man in black armour. The Grail was here. Vexille said.
Was it?' Planchard asked.
It was brought here. Vexille insisted.
I know nothing of it. Planchard said.
