Left alone, Leofgar and Rohaise had rejoiced for Rosamund and her family. They discussed the attack on the king, reluctant to come to the conclusion that both of them suspected.
‘You told me that Ninian and Meggie were missing,’ Rohaise said slowly. ‘Then Rosamund turns up, in the company of the king and this other man who was also wounded, and the two men are attacked by a man who has a woman with him.’
‘So you’re saying this madman, as the deputy called him, must therefore be Ninian?’ Leofgar made an impatient sound. ‘It’s quite a conclusion to draw on slim evidence, Rohaise.’
Rohaise was pacing up and down. ‘Yes, I know,’ she snapped. ‘But you must admit that the description could be him.’
‘It could be a hundred men, as the deputy pointed out!’ Leofgar flashed back. Then, seeing his wife’s distraught face, he went over to her and took her in his arms.
‘I’m probably wrong,’ she whispered, ‘but what if I’m not? If it is Ninian, and if he’s on the run because he attacked the king and his companion, then there’s one place he might come… and that’s right here.’
Leofgar nodded. ‘Because he wouldn’t leave without seeing Little Helewise.’
‘They love each other, Leofgar!’ Rohaise said passionately. ‘She lives and breathes for him, and I pray he does come to see her! It would break her heart if he went without a word.’
Leofgar knew she was right. He had watched the love grow between his daughter and Josse’s adopted son and, until this day, he had welcomed and encouraged it. Ninian was a fine man and, as Rohaise had just said, Little Helewise, mature for her sixteen years, adored him.
Yes, Ninian — if the fugitive was in fact Ninian — would almost certainly come to the Old Manor. Oh, dear Lord, and tomorrow the deputy and his men would be searching the very route a man travelling from Hawkenlye to the Old Manor would follow!
Another thought struck him and he groaned aloud.
‘What is it?’
He stared down into his wife’s anxious face. ‘The king,’ he said simply. ‘If he does decide to make the planned visit here on his way back to London, he may well arrive to find the man he is searching right on our doorstep.’
Rohaise wrested herself out of his arms and resumed her pacing. ‘I don’t want him here!’ she said, very softly but with surprising venom. ‘They tell such tales of him, Leofgar, and now there’s been this frightful business with Rosamund, and she’s a child, God help us, and he likes them young and-’
Gently, Leofgar caught her in his arms again, stopping the wild words with a kiss. It was dangerous to speak in such a way of the king, even in your own house. You never knew who might be listening. ‘Sweetheart, I know full well what they say,’ he whispered in her ear.
Gradually, she calmed, her breathing slowing down and the rapid beating of her heart, which he could feel as he pressed her against him, returning to normal.
‘What would you have me do?’ he asked her gently.
She looked up into his eyes. The ghost of a smile touched her mouth. ‘You already know, don’t you?’
He smiled back. ‘I do have an idea,’ he said. ‘It may well be the same as yours, for it seems to me it would solve both our problems.’
‘I think we must get Little Helewise away from here,’ she said. ‘Take her to stay with Dominic and Paradisa, over at New Winnowlands. If anyone asks where she is, we can say she’s gone to see her cousin Rosamund to comfort her after her ordeal.’
‘Which will not only get her out of this house if the king should honour us with his presence, but in addition-’
‘In addition, if it is Ninian who is being hunted, and if he tries to see her before he leaves the area, he won’t come looking for her in the very place where the deputy and his men are hunting for him!’ she finished triumphantly.
He thought it through. There was only one problem, which was how they would let Ninian know that Little Helewise was no longer at the Old Manor. He would, he decided, deal with that once his daughter was safe.
Leofgar watched as, with quiet efficiency, his wife set about preparing a pack for Little Helewise of the things she would need for an indefinite stay away from home. It was late now, and he saw, with a stab of compassion, how tired she was. It seemed that it was only nervous energy that kept her going. She is not strong, he thought, looking at her with love. She hides it well, but she is too easily thrown when bad things happen.
Rohaise announced she was ready. Leofgar crept along to the small room where Little Helewise lay sleeping and, with a gentle touch, shook her awake. Putting his finger to his lips, he whispered, ‘Something has happened. Get dressed and come along to the hall, where your mother and I will be waiting. Put on your warmest clothes and your heavy boots.’
True child of the Warins that she was, his daughter absorbed the shock with a brief nod and instantly set about doing what he had said. Shortly afterwards, she came softly along the passage to join her parents in the hall. Leofgar studied her. She was willowy and tall — all the Warins were tall — and, although she had her mother’s beautiful creamy skin, she was not as pale as Rohaise. Also inherited from her mother was her hair: rich, dark brown, thick and heavy. Now, for convenience, she had bundled it up under a soft felt hat that belonged to her brother.
Leofgar put his hands on her shoulders and told her everything. Her first response, on hearing what Ninian was accused of, was to shake her head. ‘He is not a killer,’ she said with calm conviction. ‘He would raise his weapon to protect someone he loved, or who was defenceless, and, naturally, if anyone attacked him he would fight back. But that is his right.’
Leofgar nodded. ‘Yes, I know.’
She looked up at him. Her clear grey eyes, so like those of the grandmother she had been named for, were huge in the candlelight. ‘You will not try to make me give him up, Father?’
He hesitated. ‘I do not-’ he began.
‘It depends what happens!’ Rohaise interrupted passionately. ‘If he’s arrested and tried, you may have to! The king is powerful and vengeful, and if we are known to support a man who attacked him and two of his lords, leaving one dead, then it would be the end of us, too!’
She was weeping. Leofgar made a move towards her, but she fended him off. Beside him he sensed his daughter straighten her back and raise her chin.
‘I will not abandon Ninian,’ Little Helewise said quietly. ‘Father, if we are to make our journey under cover of night, we had better be on our way.’
He watched as she went to her mother, taking Rohaise in a hug and whispering something in her ear. Rohaise suppressed a sob, and then Little Helewise gently disengaged herself. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, smiling. ‘Dominic and Paradisa will take good care of me.’
She caught Leofgar’s eye, and together they left the hall. Leofgar had prepared their horses, and very soon they were cantering across the dark, silent countryside.
Josse stood in his courtyard, every muscle tense.
A large bay horse materialized out of the shadows under the trees. It was being led by a tall man with a girl walking beside him, and the girl led a grey mare. With joy, Josse recognized both the man and the girl, sheathing his knife and running to greet them. ‘We’ll put your horses in the stables,’ he said to Leofgar, leading the way, ‘then the two of you must both come inside and get warm.’ Leofgar began to speak, but Josse hushed him. ‘Not here,’ he said quietly. ‘Wait till we’re in the house.’
A short time later, having prepared hot, spiced wine for his guests and poked up the fire, Josse sat back and digested what Leofgar had told him. ‘I understand why you have brought her away from the Old Manor,’ he began, ‘but I don’t-’
Leofgar, who had briefly relaxed, suddenly sat upright again. ‘I have to go!’ he exclaimed. ‘It must by now be very late, and I have to be back home by early morning.’ He leaned closer to Josse. ‘It would be better if nobody knows of this mission,’ he added. ‘With any luck, Little Helewise’s absence won’t be noticed straight away, and we can be vague about when she left.’