‘Good! The fever has broken. She is on the mend.’ Eadulf swung round to the surly abbot. ‘Let us leave her to a natural sleep.’
By force of personality, he was able to push the abbot, the dominus and the bodyguard out of the chamber into the corridor outside. After he closed the door he turned his scowling features on them. His voice rose sharply.
‘I hope you have some good explanation for bursting into a sickroom in the middle of the night?’
Abbot Cild was not abashed.
‘Have you and your companion been in that room since the time you left me last night?’
Eadulf was aware of a soft light permeating the windows. He suddenly realised that it was not far from dawn. There came the distant sound of waking birds. He must have been asleep for several hours.
‘Where else would I be?’ he countered brusquely. ‘And certainly Sister Fidelma is incapable of leaving her bed.’
‘It is as I have said, Father Abbot,’ repeated Brother Willibrod sulkily. ‘Brother Beornwulf has been outside the door all night.’
‘What are we supposed to have done now?’ challenged Eadulf. ‘Have you invented some new claim against us?’
Abbot Cild looked ready to explode with anger but Brother Willibrod reached forward and laid a restraining hand on his arm.
‘Come with me, Eadulf of Seaxmund’s Ham,’ Abbot Cild finally said, turning and leading the way at a swift pace along the corridor and through the quadrangle towards the chapel of the abbey. There were a few of the brethren about who passed with lowered heads and hands folded before them. Eadulf was conscious of their eyes watching as he followed the abbot. Behind him came Brother Willibrod. Brother Beornwulf had been ordered to remain behind at his post outside the guests’ chamber.
Abbot Cild made his way directly to the chapel and entered. Inside, he did not pause but marched straight towards the high altar. Then he halted. He threw out one hand in a gesture towards it.
He did not speak. He did not have to, for what he had brought Eadulf to see was plain and its implications were obvious.
On the centre of the high altar was a dead cat. Skewering the animal to the altar was a bone-handled knife. Eadulf had seen such knives before. In the old days, before the new faith had reached the people of Wuffa, in the land of the East Angles, the priests of Woden and Thunor had carried such implements, with the elaborately carved sacred symbols on their bone handles. They were sacrificial knives.
‘It is the sign of the pagan worship,’ whispered Brother Willibrod, genuflecting. ‘We all know this is the feast of Yule.’
In spite of himself, Eadulf could not prevent a shudder catchinghim. He tried hard to recall where he had recently heard about a black cat being sacrificed on an altar.
‘The conjuring of a spirit and now … this!’ muttered Abbot Cild.
Eadulf glanced quickly at him.
‘You appear to link the two things together?’
‘They both smell of the evil arts!’ cried the abbot.
‘They smell of an evil mind,’ retorted Eadulf. ‘The question is … whose mind?’
‘My answer is not altered. Nothing like this happened at Aldred’s Abbey until you and the foreign woman came here.’
‘And I have said, that is no answer at all. What would an Irish religieuse know of pagan Saxon gods and practices? We are not responsible for this’ — he gestured towards the high altar — ‘this desecration any more than we are responsible for any of the evil acts that have take place in this abbey.’
‘That you will have to prove,’ snapped the abbot. ‘Brother Willibrod, you will see to it that this is cleared away. I shall have to bless and reconsecrate the altar.’
‘It shall be done, Father Abbot,’ muttered the dominus, casting an almost apologetic glance at Eadulf. He moved off to do the abbot’s bidding.
The abbot regarded Eadulf with a look in which dislike was tinged with something else. Eadulf suddenly realised that the man’s eyes held fear. Abbot Cild was actually afraid of him.
‘You will return to the guests’ chambers and remain there until I send for you. That I shall do when I am ready to hear the charges formally and give judgment.’
Eadulf was astounded. ‘What of my right to present a defence for Sister Fidelma and myself?’
‘You will have that right at the proper time.’
‘But have I not the right to my freedom in order to investigate and prepare a defence?’ he demanded.
Abbot Cild’s eyes narrowed. ‘You have no right to freedom now. After this desecration you have no right to freedom at all. Were I a less benign man, I would have you both taken and burnt to death immediately for the evil you have visited on this abbey.’
Eadulf snapped his mouth shut. He realised that there wouldbe no moving this man’s locked mind. At that moment he knew that Brother Higbald was probably right. He would have to take Fidelma to safety as soon as possible. Yet, coming out of such a fever, it would be reckless in the extreme to attempt to move her into the cold, snowbound world outside without a few days to recuperate.
‘Very well, Abbot Cild,’ he replied slowly. ‘I see that you are intent on pursuing your course against us, blind and malicious as that course is. I shall not come out of the door of the guests’ chambers until I am summoned to come through it. You accuse us of evil, yet it is a perverse course upon which you have embarked. In appealing to whatever humanity is left in you, I ask only this — it will take a few days for Fidelma of Cashel to recover from the infirmity she has suffered. In the name of the God that you claim to represent, allow us that time for her to recover before you drag her forth to enact your blind cruelty.’
Eadulf spoke evenly but his voice was filled with a vehemence which made Abbot Cild blink.
‘I am not an inhumane man,’ the abbot replied defensively. Eadulf noticed that the fear had not left his eyes. ‘But I cannot allow further evil to be visited on this place. The woman will have two days to recover — no more. Then you can prepare to defend yourselves.’
He turned, finding the dominus, Brother Willibrod, returning with several of the brethren with pails and brushes ready to clean up the mess on the high altar.
‘Brother Willibrod, you may escort Brother Eadulf back to the guests’ chambers. He is to remain there until further orders from me.’
The dominus bowed his head and then gestured to his companions to continue with their work while the abbot left the chapel. Brother Willibrod then glanced apologetically at Eadulf and fell in step beside him.
‘I do not know what to say, Brother,’ he muttered. ‘These happenings are strangely disconcerting.’
‘You surely don’t believe that the shade of Gélgeis is haunting these walls, do you?’ Eadulf demanded. ‘There is a human agency at work here.’
Brother Willibrod shrugged. ‘Yesterday, I recognised yourdescription of the woman you said you had seen outside the chapel.’
‘I saw you were disturbed by it,’ agreed Eadulf.
Brother Willibrod pursed his lips for a moment.
‘In truth, it did sound like the Lady Gélgeis. And what young Redwald saw seems to confirm that opinion.’
‘So you do believe that the shade of Gélgeis is haunting the abbot? Why?’
Brother Willibrod pulled a face, but Eadulf was not sure what it was meant to express.
‘I would say that it is precisely the sort of action Gélgeis would take if she had the power to do so.’
‘I don’t understand.’
Brother Willibrod halted and suddenly looked around with a quick, conspiratorial glance.
‘I will tell you the truth. The lady Gélgeis was not the most malleable of women. She was hard, dominant, and ruthless. I might even say that I could understand if Cild was pushed so far from propriety as to rid himself of her.’ He hesitated and a flush came over his face. ‘I am not saying that he did,’ he added quickly. ‘In fact, I do not believe that he did. But the lady Gélgeis was spiteful and immoral.’