Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

of his knights. 'Take two men and find her. Be careful. It may be a trap. ' He swung himself back up into his saddle. Although his face beneath its weatherbeaten ruddiness was pale, he sat erect, gazing after the three men.

"After a few minutes the singing grew more distant, as though the singer were walking away from us, up the hillside.

"I saw William swallow nervously, his eyes fixed on the track where his men had vanished. His horse shook its bit impatiently and pawed the ground, and he stilled it with an oath and a tug at the reins. Not a breath of wind stirred the trees, and the drift of mist obscured the track completely and the air grew chill.

"He waited a few more minutes, as usual unable to conceal his irritation, then he barked a command and four more riders, their swords drawn, cantered up the track into the mist.

"The skin at the back of my neck began to prickle and I looked around uneasily while the armed escort fingered their swords nervously. Only the nurse with the placidly suckling child at her breast seemed unconcerned.

"Suddenly the four knights reappeared, slithering down the track. They were alone. The rider of the leading horse drew his mount to a rearing halt at William's side and saluted with his sword.

"'No sign of them, Sir William. The track divides in several places, but the mist is thick in the trees and we could see no hoof marks. It's so quiet up there. We tried shouting, but ... ' Then his voice trailed away and he glanced over his shoulder at his companions for support.

"William's face flushed. 'They can't be lost, ' he shouted. 'Look again. Take more men—take twenty men—and scour the hillside! I want those men found, and I want the woman who was singing. ' He drew his sword and held it ready across his saddle, then he gave me a grim smile. 'This is some trick of those damn Welsh, ' he said.

"The hillside above us echoed to the shouts of the armed men as they forced their horses through the thick undergrowth, hacking with their swords. But they found no sign of the missing men. Eventually William had to give orders to continue without them.

"It was not until we had trekked over the pass at Bwlch that I ceased to feel that strange prickling sensation beneath my skin. It was then that I realized what it was. We were no longer being watched. The severed hands came from those three missing knights. "

Jo came to herself suddenly with the realization that the kitchen was full of the smell of burning. She put down her glass with a little cry and grabbed the grill pan.

Nick was staring at her, a strange expression on his face. "You described none of that under hypnosis, " he said quietly.

"Didn't I?" She glanced up as she turned the meat and tomatoes and lowered the flame. After putting them back, she poured some more wine. "No harm done, thank goodness. It was just the fat catching. A good thing we were standing here. "

Nick hadn't moved. "How much else can you remember?" he asked after a moment.

She reached into the cupboard for two plates. "Everything, I suppose, until we left Gloucester. At least, it seems like everything. Come on, let's eat before this lot gets itself incinerated. I don't want to talk about Matilda anymore. Tell me what you're going to do to sink the opposition. "

It was nearly midnight when Jo had tidied away their plates and made some coffee. Nick was sitting on the floor of the living room, leaning against the sofa, his head resting on the seat cushions, his eyes closed, as he listened to the last tape of the St. Matthew Passion. As the last notes of the final chorus died away, he raised his head and looked at her.

"What was that flute music you had on that day Sam came over?"

"Flute music?" She knelt beside him and reached for the orange coffeepot. "I haven't any recordings of flute music. "

"You must have. " He frowned. "It was a strange, rather haunting, formless solo piece. I've never heard it before. "

She shrugged. "Perhaps it was on the radio. " She glanced at him uncomfortably. Nick had drunk most of the bottle of wine himself, quickly, without savoring it, which was unusual for him, and she could see that he was still tense and angry, the lines of his jaw taut as he lay back against the sofa cushions.

"Tell me, " he went on after a moment, "if you remember everything about your visit to Gloucester so clearly, did you meet Richard de Clare again?"

"Nick. I don't want to talk about it. " She was filling her cup and did not look at him.

"I want to know, Jo. " His voice was quietly insistent.

She sighed. "I did see him, yes. He was a close adviser of the king's. Once he arrived at Gloucester he was constantly in attendance on him. "

"But did you see him alone?"

Jo smiled reminiscently in spite of herself. "Yes, I saw him alone the day after the awful business with the hands. He came to my tent. William had announced that we were going back to Bramber before the weather closed in. He was unnerved by the whole affair and he had given orders that we were to set out the following day. "

"And Richard came to your tent?"

Jo glanced up, hearing the undercurrent of anger in his voice. "We said good-bye, yes, " she said cautiously.

"Did he kiss you?"

She saw his blue eyes narrow. "Nick. For goodness' sake—"

"Did he?" He sat up, watching her intently.

"Yes, " she said defiantly. "If you must know, he did. It was the first time he had ever held me properly in his arms. The tent was flapping in the wind, the heavy hangings that lined the walls rippling as if they were going to be torn off