A Moment in Time

'Perhaps, my husband, it is God's way of intervening in your cruel plan,' she told him boldly. Eadgyth was the only one of Caddaric Aethelmaere's women who might speak to him without fear of reprisal. 'I think God has saved you from yourself, and I thank him for it.'

But Caddaric was not pleased by her words. Each day he watched as Wynne fed Averel, who was now toddling about the hall on fat, unsteady little legs. He watched her sit by the fire pit nursing her daughter, her son by her knee chattering up at her and stroking Averel's little head tenderly. The little boy adored his baby sister. How strange, Caddaric thought to himself. This small boy with his raven's hair and his deep blue eyes; this so obviously Welsh child and I have much in common. Averel. Averel who is both his half sister and mine.

Daily Caddaric Aethelmaere watched Wynne and her children, growing more and more embittered. Her womb was as fertile as one of his newly harvested fields. Yet she denied him its use. She denied him the children he so desperately desired. He had made her the lowest of the low in his hall; still everyone treated her as they had treated her in the days when his father had been alive. Worse! For some strange reason, no man who had come into his house as a guest would avail himself of her services. She remained cool and untouched. It was driving him mad. He wanted to punish her. He wanted to humble her. He wanted to destroy her even as she was destroying him!

He would give her to the first man who would use her in his very presence so that he could be certain she would be brought down and demeaned, he promised himself, and he waited for that man and that day.

Chapter 18

Autumn came once more and with it a peddler's cart that rumbled down the barely visible path that led from a poorly marked secondary track to Aelfdene manor. It was late afternoon. The serfs and the geburas, curious, came from the fields and from their houses, delighted for this pleasant intrusion into their otherwise dull lives. The cart was drawn by a rather tired-looking dusty brown horse who ambled into the manor house courtyard as if he were coming home and then abruptly stopped.

Atop the cart's bench seat sat two men. One was large with shoulder-length grey-white hair. Stepping down from the cart, he announced in a rough voice, 'I am Boda, the peddler. I have come to trade, and I seek shelter for the night.' Boda walked with a most pronounced limp.

Caddaric Aethelmaere stepped forward. 'I am the thegn of Aelfdene,' he said. 'You're welcome to my hall. Let me see your goods and we will talk.'

'Very good, my lord,' Boda said, and turned to the other man with him, a gaunt shambling fellow with a half- vacant look. 'Display our goods, you fool!'

'Who is he?' demanded Caddaric.

'My son Tovi,' Boda replied. 'Since birth he has been slow in his mind.'

'Why do you keep him with you?' Caddaric asked.

'Why not? I do not have to pay him, and he is too stupid to steal from me, aren't you, Tovi?' The peddler chuckled.

Tovi offered his audience a gap-toothed grin and nodded. He had the definite look of a half-wit about him.

'A slave would have cost me money, my lord. With Tovi I have but to feed him regularly and beat him occasionally. Or is it feed him occasionally and beat him regularly?' The peddler chuckled loudly at his own humor. Then he said, 'If you have women you would favor and are of a mind to be generous, bring them forth. I have many pretties and geegaws that will appeal to the ladies.'

Caddaric did not know how generous he was of a mind to be this day, but Eadgyth and his lesser women had been particularly accommodating of late. 'Bring your mistress and the others,' he commanded the nearest serf.

The peddler and his son began to display their goods for all to see. Caddaric was astounded by the variety of merchandise laid out from the small cart which hardly seemed large enough to hold half of what was presented. There were some fine iron pots and attractive glass vessels, as well as the usual supplies of salt and spices; but it was the extent of the luxury goods brought forth that amazed Caddaric. He was unable to keep from saying so.

Boda nodded as if pleased by the young thegn's astuteness. 'We are a large family of traders,' he said chattily. 'I have nine brothers, and our business extends from England all the way to Byzantium. It is there my eldest brother does the buying for us all, as it is cheaper to buy directly in Constantinople than if we bought from some middleman here in England or elsewhere. The goods are then shipped to us wherever we are. I make my home in London during the winter months, but once the roads are passable again, Tovi and I travel about in our little cart, trading and selling as we go.'

'Your little cart holds a great deal,' Caddaric noted.

' 'Tis all in the packing, my lord,' Boda assured him with an airy wave of his hands.

The women had come from the house and were exclaiming excitedly over the peddler's wares. The fabrics displayed on wooden racks had them in raptures. There was fine linen from Genoa; scarlet silk from Lucca; blue and white silks as well as beautiful woolen cloth from Firenze. There were fine-tooled leather belts, and leather belts that had been gilded in gold leaf. There were silver and bronze buckles from Byzantium, and a very beautiful silver dish from the same city, which particularly took Caddaric's fancy. Indeed, having seen it, he could scarcely let it out of his hands.

The selection of jewelry was an excellent one. There were beads of blue and white glass, and crystal beads and those of garnet. There were gold and garnet disk brooches, and other brooches fashioned from silver and decorated with moonstones. There were bracelets of both silver and gold; as well as decorative pins. A rock crystal pendant set in a silver sling took Berangari's fancy, but Eadgyth very much desired a beautifully engraved bronze work box. The others argued over simpler treasures such as small ivory boxes and packets of needles.

Wynne, however, fell in love with a fine-painted dower chest. 'It would be perfect for Averel,' she said wistfully. 'It is never too soon to begin filling a girl's dower chest.' She knew that had Eadwine been alive, the chest would have been immediately purchased for their daughter. She did not expect Caddaric, however, to buy it. So, turning away, she returned alone to the house, unnoticed by the others.

The peddler and his son would shelter in the hall for the night. Eadgyth knew that Caddaric would offer Wynne to them for their pleasure. His desire to break her spirit had not ceased, and the two strangers were the first visitors they had had in weeks. When Caddaric had finally gone back into the house, Eadgyth and the others clustered about the peddler. From a distance it appeared as if they were chattering, questioning him or seeking to bargain with him.

'My husband,' said Eadgyth in a sweet voice, 'will offer you the services of the whore of the hall tonight, sir. Do not, if you value your life, accept his offer.'

'Why not?' Boda demanded in his rough voice, peering at her curiously with bloodshot eyes.

'She is a sorceress!' Dagian said dramatically before Eadgyth might even answer him.

'Aye,' Berangari put in quickly, and lowered her voice, 'she rendered our man useless when he sought to have his way with her. He has been no good to any of us since, though he blusters and pretends it is otherwise.'

'There are no children here,' Haesel said in an eerie tone. 'None but those belonging to the Welsh witch herself. Her curse has denied us all our motherhood.'

'Why does he not get rid of her?' Boda demanded suspiciously.

'She was purchased by the old master to be the manor's healer,' Eadgyth answered him. 'We have no other healer, nor anyone capable of it. That is why our lord will not let the girl go, though we have pleaded with him to do so.'

'If she is the healer, then why is she also the whore of the hall?' Boda probed further.