Thorny. But such complications were part of love, at least in Owen’s experience. He had wanted Lucie from the moment he had caught sight of her, when she was still married, and Owen was apprenticed to her husband. ‘You must have a theory about what happened between Stefan and Joanna.’
Edmund had fallen to scratching his knee. He stared down at the blood seeping through his leggings. He turned his head this way and that, finally looking up at Owen, his eyes sad. ‘They disappeared about the time that Hugh Calverley was murdered. At first I thought Stefan took Joanna away so that she would not hear. But when I discovered that she was travelling alone. .’ he threw up his hands.
‘Joanna was fond of her brother?’
Edmund rolled his eyes. ‘She spoke of him as if he were the perfect soldier, the perfect brother. God had blessed him with all virtues befitting a man.’
‘An opinion you did not share.’
‘Hugh Calverley was a beast, plain and simple.’
‘But Joanna did not feel that way.’
‘Not at all.’
‘How about Stefan?’
‘I think he was trying to see Hugh from Joanna’s eyes.’
‘Then you would not think it likely that they murdered Hugh Calverley, ran away, then decided to separate for a while, or for ever, for their souls?’
Edmund shook his head. ‘No. I am certain that is not what happened.’
‘Who do you think murdered Hugh?’
‘The man had many enemies, Captain Archer.’
‘And what of Stefan’s disappearance? What has Captain Sebastian done about it?’
‘Precious little. Gave me Jack and the others. But Jack’s an assassin, not a spy. I wonder about the captain’s purpose in sending him with me.’ Edmund sighed. ‘I believe the captain thinks Stefan murdered Hugh.’ He nodded at Owen’s raised eyebrow. ‘Another reason I am out of favour. I say he thinks I helped, and then Stefan ran away with the sister. And Jack was watching me. Hoped I’d lead him to Stefan and Longford. But to what purpose? That is what I wonder.’ Edmund pressed his palms to his forehead. ‘Ever since that woman came into our lives, nothing has gone right. I want to return to York with you. I want to speak with Joanna and find Stefan.’
Owen glanced at Louth and Ned. Ned shrugged. Louth shook his head. ‘How do we know we can trust him?’
Eighteen
Owen climbed the stone steps round and round, higher and higher, to the battlements of Scarborough Castle. Sir William de Percy had invited him for a private talk up near the heavens, where eavesdropping would be difficult. Owen wondered if Percy had any notion how heights bothered a one-eyed man. Not that Owen had ever meant to decline; he sought to train himself out of his skittishness. Reason and experience should make up for depth perception — with practice. He had forced himself up onto Knaresborough’s battlements once a day and several times at night. But Owen had not walked Scarborough’s battlements yet; he expected that Knaresborough’s dizzying height would be nothing compared with this, high over the North Sea.
Owen reached the top of the tower warm with the effort, but breathing comfortably — until he faced into the wind. Sweet Jesu, the force was so strong he had to duck and gasp for air; surely a slighter body would be blown over in this gale. And it was yet summer. What must the watch on these battlements suffer in winter? A handrail would have been appreciated on the inside of the ledge on which he stood, but Owen refused to let anyone know how vulnerable he felt. He was grateful as he looked out and down that the drop-off from castle wall to bluff to sea was no more dizzying than Knaresborough’s prospect of the River Nidd.
Owen spied Sir William at a guard station on the next tower. He made his way towards Percy, forcing himself to saunter and look about, as if enjoying himself, and not clutch the wall beside him. Fortunately, Percy had chosen a spot sheltered slightly from the wind. ‘Sir William.’
The stocky man spun round, fixed his beady eyes on Owen. ‘How did you fare with Edmund?’
An abrupt beginning. ‘He cannot help us with Captain Sebastian.’
Percy nodded, looking perversely pleased. ‘No matter. Perhaps I can help you there. The men of the Free Companies are a greedy lot. My men will pass rumours through the town that the King has a tempting proposition for Captain Sebastian; I wager the captain will send word. You watch — with a sizeable bribe, you will succeed where Hugh failed.’
Owen looked out at the North Sea, grey-blue in the summer sun. ‘Surely that is not why we are up here, Sir William?’
Percy leaned against the wall to Owen’s left, trying to see his companion’s expression. ‘What does your prisoner say about Hugh Calverley’s death?’
Owen only sensed Percy on his blind side; he could not see him, nor would he satisfy the man’s curiosity by turning towards him. He did not want Percy at ease. ‘Edmund claims no knowledge.’
‘We were not responsible.’ The voice was defensive.
Now Owen turned towards Percy, feigning surprise. ‘You? But of course not.’
Percy snarled. ‘Do not play the innocent with me, Captain Archer. You made it plain yesterday that you thought the Percies had been negligent in seeking out Hugh’s murderer and notifying his family.’
‘It puzzled me is all.’ Owen smiled, turned back towards the sea. ‘So who are you so hesitant to implicate?’
‘I do not know who killed him.’
‘But you suspect, Sir William. You sit up here, steward of Scarborough Castle, and you watch the goings-on below. You have eyes all about. You admit as much by offering to lure Captain Sebastian to a meeting. Who do you think killed Hugh?’
Percy came round to Owen’s good side, though it placed him in more wind. ‘You must understand Scarborough. ’Tis home to smugglers, pirates and spies. Scots, Flemings, Zealanders, Normans. .’ He blinked against the wind, but stood his ground.
Owen looked south towards the harbour, north towards Whitby. A coastline rippling with coves and, bluffs pocked with caves. ‘I can see it would suit them.’
‘To keep the King’s peace among such folk requires compromise.’
‘No doubt.’
Percy moved back into the shelter of the tower wall and settled with a grunt on a stone bench. ‘Two of the three powerful families who supply most of our bailiffs — the Accloms and the Carters — are bold thieves.’
Owen leaned against the wall facing Percy, arms folded. ‘Your point?’
‘Hugh was warned to turn a blind eye — but he did not always do so.’
‘You think he crossed either the Accloms or the Carters once too often?’
Percy looked down into the castle yard, where a group of boys screamed in mock battle. ‘Should I put all who live in this castle in jeopardy for the death of a man whom few mourn?’
‘But you do not know for certain these families were involved?’
Percy shook his head.
‘What do you intend to tell the Calverleys?’
‘Hugh died for King and country.’
‘Tell me, Sir William. If you disliked him so, why was he here in Scarborough?’
Percy looked surprised. ‘He was good is why. Rounded up spies, traitors, trouble-makers — and Sebastian’s recruits. Many of them are now in my service. A good soldier is often the last man to whom you would marry your daughter. You should know that.’
Owen and Ned took advantage of the long evening to see Hugh Calverley’s house. Deaf Harry showed them how he had managed to run messages between the castle and Hugh’s dwelling all those years without being caught by Sebastian’s men. He led them on such a fiendishly circuitous route that neither would have sworn they still looked out on the North Sea. The house was a squat, thatched cottage that would be taken for a peasant’s house by all except the wary, who would note the absence of children, animals, crops. Two rooms with packed mud floors; in one a fire circle and a sleeping loft, in the other a stable. The place had been stripped of all signs of Hugh Calverley.