The Captive Heart

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'An unpleasant business,' the archbishop said.

'I apologize, Your Grace, if I have embarrassed you in any way by bringing this matter to your attention,' Brother George said.

'None of it shall be made public,' the archbishop responded. 'Whatever he has done shall remain done. We cannot know how many people this affects.'

'But I would beg Your Grace to settle the matter of Sir Udolf Watteson, the Laird of Dunglais, and his wife, the lady Alix,' Brother George reminded the prelate. 'That is why I came to York in the first place.'

'Come to the cathedral in the morning to see me,' the archbishop said. 'You have rid me of a bad priest. In this case I will correct the fraud, for you have told me of it.' Then, as they had finally reached the cathedral, he bid Brother George and Father Henry a good evening. The two cousins returned to St. Cuthbert's.

When the morning came Father Henry and Brother George said the Mass for the parishioners of St. Cuthbert's, broke their fast, and then walked to the archbishop's house on the cathedral grounds. They were admitted by Sister Mary Agnes, who whispered to them as she escorted them into her master's privy chamber, 'See me before you leave.'

The archbishop greeted the two priests, holding out an elegant hand so they might kiss his ring of office. Then he invited them to sit opposite him on the two chairs that faced the long oak table he used to write. There were two sealed parchments tied with black ribbon upon the table. The two priests waited for the archbishop to speak.

'Late last night,' he began, 'I had two of the most trusted members of my secretariat draw up these papers. They are identical. They nullify any dispensation received earlier from this bishopric by Sir Udolf Watteson in the matter of Alix Givet. This document explains the clerk writing the parchment was young, inexperienced, and misunderstood the instructions given to him. That he sent the fraudulent dispensation off to Wulfborn Hall without the proper seals. Alix Givet, being as a daughter to Sir Udolf Watteson, would not be allowed to enter into an incestuous union with him. That upon having this matter brought to our attention by the bishop of St. Andrew's we have sought to correct the misunderstanding. Sir Udolf Watteson is advised to seek another wife. He is forbidden by God's law, and the king's law, to take Alix Givet from her lawful husband and attempt to force her into an illegal union. Will this satisfy your master, Brother George?' the archbishop asked.

The Franciscan nodded, and then he said, 'Two parchments?'

'Actually three,' came the reply, 'but the third has already been placed among the official documents. This one is for you. See that it is delivered to the Laird of Dunglais and his wife. Then tell James Kennedy he will owe me a favor eventually for this favor I have done for him.' He handed a rolled parchment to Brother George. 'And this last one will be delivered by one of my messengers into Sir Udolf Watteson's own hand. It is hoped this will end the matter once and for all.'

Brother George arose. 'I am most grateful to Your Grace for all he has done,' the priest said. 'I will leave for Scotland on the morrow.' He kissed the hand extended to him once more, and with Father Henry left the archbishop's privy chamber.

Sister Mary Agnes was waiting for them. 'You should know Father Walter is dead,' she whispered to them. 'They tortured him to gain any information he had, but he was naught but a greedy little man, so they garroted him to put him out of his misery.'

'Thank you,' Brother George said softly. 'God bless you, Sister.'

'Go with God, Good Brother,' she responded as she ushered them through the front door of the archbishop's dwelling, closing the door firmly behind them.

'Did you notice,' Father Henry said, 'how neatly he solved the matter without ever accepting blame for it?'

Brother George laughed. 'Such is the way of the world, Henry. You are carefully insulated in your little church with its merchants and artisans and goodwives. I live in a world of pride and power, as does your archbishop. I am rarely, if ever, surprised.'

The next morning the bishop of St. Andrew's emissary rode out of York heading north to Scotland. And on a separate road the archbishop's messenger directed his horse towards Wulfborn Hall, which he reached several days later. On his master's instructions he sought out Father Peter first.

'My master, the archbishop, asked that you be with me when I deliver this parchment,' the messenger said.

Ah, bad news, Father Peter thought to himself. 'I will gladly accompany you,' he told the messenger, and directed their footsteps to the house and the great hall.

Sir Udolf Watteson lay sprawled in a high-backed chair by the hearth, which burned low. A large goblet hung from his hand. There were no servants in sight, and the hall was rank with the smell of urine and rotting food. He did not move as the priest and the messenger entered the hall, and as they drew nearer they could hear the sound of snoring coming from the chair.

'He has not been well,' the priest excused his master.

'Wake him so I may deliver the parchment,' the archbishop's messenger said. He had stayed the night before at a nearby monastery and as the sun had not even reached the midheavens yet he intended returning back to York this very day. Looking about the hall, he could tell its hospitality would be scant. He wanted to be on his way as quickly as he could be. He gazed at the sleeping man. It was obvious that he was drunk.

'My lord. My lord!' The priest gently shook Sir Udolf. 'Please awaken, I pray you. There is a messenger here for you from York.'

Sir Udolf struggled to open his eyes, to gather his thoughts. Only one word had penetrated his foggy brain. York. 'Give me some wine,' he husked, and the priest hurried to fill the silver goblet that was held out to him. Sir Udolf gulped down half the cup. His eyes began to open. He drank the rest of the liquid and tossed the cup aside. It hit the stone floor with a clatter. Then, rising, he pissed into the hearth, thoroughly extinguishing what little fire was left. Then, turning about, he said to the messenger in a rough voice, 'Who are you, and what do you want?'

'Message from His Grace, the archbishop of York,' the messenger said, shoving the rolled parchment into Sir Udolf's hand. Then he moved to leave the hall.

'Wait! Are you not to remain to carry back a reply?' Sir Udolf asked.

'I was told there would be no reply, my lord,' the messenger said. He could hardly wait to get out of this place.

'Go on! Get out, then!' Sir Udolf said in not particularly hospitable tones. He unrolled the parchment and began to read it. As he read his face began to flush and then grow scarlet with his outrage and his anger. Finally he flung the document towards the dead hearth, shouting, 'I will not be cheated! I will not!'

'What is it, my lord?' But Father Peter suspected he already knew.

'Read it yourself!' Sir Udolf said grimly, gesturing toward the fireplace where the crumpled document now lay. 'I will not be cheated of what is mine! Does that fool in York think he can cheat me?'

Father Peter picked up the parchment and, smoothing it out, read it. He had been a fool, of course, to allow his master to keep giving that priest in York-what was his name-Walter? Aye! Father Walter, monies. While he had not sensed it immediately, he had sensed later on that the priest was dishonest. And now that he recalled it, there were no seals but one on the alleged dispensation. 'You have been the victim of a fraud, my lord,' he said quietly to Sir Udolf. 'I am sorry, my lord. But now you have been given His Grace's official ruling in the matter and must abide by it.'

'I must abide by it? Why must I abide by it?' Sir Udolf demanded. 'Alix Givet is mine, and I will have her no matter what this archbishop says!'

'My lord,' Father Peter pleaded, 'Do not, I beg you, persist in this folly.'

'There is but one woman for me, and that is Alix Givet,' Sir Udolf declared.

'My lord! The church forbids any union with Alix Givet. They have declared it incestuous! You must understand that. You must! Will you damn your immortal soul to everlasting hellfire, my lord? You cannot have this woman!'

Sir Udolf grabbed Father Peter by the neck of his robe, glaring down into his face. His eyes almost bulged from their sockets. 'Cannot? Do you dare to tell me what I can and cannot do, Priest? I will do