Catrin shot out of Oliver's embrace with a gasp and saw the old gardener leaning on his spade, watching the two of them with relish.
'And kill, Oliver muttered beneath his breath.
Catrin was not sure if she was relieved at his intervention or not. Her loins were heavy, her flesh sensitive. How far would lust have progressed in a winter garden? She was not sure about that either.
'I like a woman who can fight, myself, the gardener continued. 'Makes the conquest more interesting, doesn't it?
Cheeks blazing, Catrin retrieved her wooden knife from the grass. Her plait had become unpinned and swung down beneath her wimple.
'I won't tell if you won't. The old man hefted the spade. 'Long time since I been to confession anyway. He screwed up his eyes. 'You're old Ethel's assistant, aren't you?
'Yes, I am, Catrin said, mustering the shreds of her dignity.
'You got anything for the ague, a nice warming liniment rub? He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
'You'll have to ask Ethel. Despite herself, Catrin felt the urge to laugh at the old rogue. 'I'm learning still.
'Aye, I can see that. It's a pleasure to watch. With a wink at Oliver, the gardener stumped off to prod at a heap of manure. 'You let me know when you've got some experience, girl.
Catrin stared after him, her arms akimbo, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry.
'I think I might wring the old buzzard's neck, Oliver said softly.
Catrin turned and saw her own irritation and amusement reflected in his eyes. 'But he is right, she replied. 'It is a desperate place for a tryst — in winter at least.
For a moment he did not answer, then he spread his hands. 'Then would you consider somewhere warmer?
She tilted her head on one side. 'For fighting or trysting?
'Both, but I cannot promise the order.
Despite the cold, Catrin felt as if she was melting. The last man to look at her like that had been Lewis in the early months of their marriage, when a single glance was all that it had taken to tumble them breathless into the nearest bed. But she was no longer a green and innocent girl and had no intention of tumbling into any sort of bed with Oliver — yet. She held back, keeping the two feet of distance that separated them, and holding her wooden knife as he had shown her. 'I never hold much trust in men's promises anyway, she said.
'I keep mine.
She bit her underlip and nodded. 'Aye, I know you do. So when you say that you cannot make one, it behoves me to be cautious.
Before he could defend himself, their banter was curtailed by Gawin's arrival, his stride swift and agitated. 'Found you at last, he addressed Catrin, not Oliver. 'You had best come swiftly. Ethel's taken a fall.
'Oh, sweet Jesu! Catrin thrust the wooden knife into Oliver's hand and pushed past Gawin at a run. Oliver followed hard on her heels.
Ethel lay on her pallet, her face grey. The laundress who had been visiting sat beside her, offering comfort. When she saw Catrin, a look of deep relief crossed her face.
'She was standing up to bid me farewell, and she just turned giddy and fell, said the woman, as she gave her place to Catrin.
'Fuss over nothing, Ethel mumbled. 'Everyone feels lightheaded when they rise. I just stumbled, that's all. An egg-shaped lump was ballooning at her temple and there was a deep cut on her hand where she had caught the cauldron tripod as she fell.
'Maybe so, but better a fuss over nothing than paying no heed, Catrin admonished and ran her hands lightly over the old woman to make sure that there was no other damage.
'You think I would not know if it was more than a trip?
'Yes, 1 think you would, Catrin said shrewdly and, with gentle hands, drew the fleece cover up over Ethel's shoulder.
Ethel met Catrin's stare. Then she closed her eyes. 'Tell the others to be gone. They block my light.
Catrin rose and turned.
'I heard, Oliver said with a wry smile and deliberately raised his voice. 'It is common knowledge that healers always make the worst patients.
'There's nothing wrong with my hearing either, Ethel rallied from her pallet. 'If there was, I wouldn't have to listen to you.
Oliver's smile became a grin. 'I'm going, he capitulated. Facing Catrin, he tugged the end of her black braid where it showed beneath her disordered wimple. 'Fight or tryst, he murmured, 'don't let me wait too long.
Catrin reddened and responded with a brusque nod. 'I won't. She glanced over her shoulder at Ethel who was watching them through supposedly lowered lids.
Oliver stooped to kiss Catrin's cheek. As his lips brushed her skin, he murmured, 'She does not befool me for one moment either. Let me know how she really fares. Then he straightened, saluted, and went on his way, ushering the laundry woman with him. Gawin had already left for an assignation with one of the kitchen maids.
Catrin returned to Ethel. The old woman's eyes were fully shut and she was breathing slowly and evenly, but Catrin was wiser than to believe the outward evidence.
'Ethel. She knelt at the side of the bed-bench. 'Ethel. No response. Catrin raised the coverlet and reached for the midwife's gnarled left hand. It was cold in hers and when she squeezed it, there was the merest tremor of response. 'Ethel, I know you're not asleep.
The seamed eyelids fluttered, and Catrin saw a sudden glisten of moisture in the bruised pouches beneath.
'My hand, Ethel whispered. 'Catrin, I can scarcely feel my hand.
'A slight seizure, Catrin reported to Oliver later that day. 'A repeat of the first one I would say. It hasn't affected her speech, praise God, but she cannot hold a cup in her left hand and the leg on that side too is affected. 'Will she recover?
Catrin shrugged. 'I cannot tell at the moment. It is not as if I have had much experience of treating folk of her age. This being because there were few folk of Ethel's age on which to practise. 'I have done what I can.
Oliver sighed and nodded. 'I have known her since my birth and, despite what you see between us, there's respect and affection.
'That is what I see between you, Catrin responded. 'You are as concerned for her as she is not to concern you.
He pulled a face at the truth of her statement, and after a pause asked, 'What of your midwifery? You cannot go out into the city alone — knife or no knife.
Catrin's expression became wary. 'I will tackle that obstacle when I come to it. Besides, escorts are usually provided. Whoever fetches me will see me safe.
'As they did two nights since?
'That was different. Catrin began to bristle.
'Indeed it was, he agreed. 'But you don't need many different occasions like that to wind up another corpse in the Avon.
'Then I'll hire someone to escort me, Catrin snapped. 'Jesu, you're like a dog with a bone!
'Be grateful, he said. 'If I wasn't, you'd be dead. And this time it was he who walked away, without giving her further opportunity to flay him with her tongue. This time too, she knew that he was in the right.
Chapter 12
As winter deepened its grip, Earl Robert gave Oliver command of a patrol in the Forest of Dean, its purpose to protect the Earl's interest in the iron ore diggings and forges which provided the steel to make tools and
