1356 (Grail Quest 4) by Bernard Cornwell

Author:Bernard Cornwell [Cornwell, Bernard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780061969676
Publisher: Harper
Published: 2013-01-08T08:00:00+00:00

Father Marchant laid a gentle hand on Roland’s arm. ‘You did right, my son. She is your prisoner and you had to defend her, but you must use caution.’

‘Caution?’

‘This is the count’s demesne. He rules here.’ He smiled. ‘But that is past. Now you must give the prisoner to us.’

‘Prisoner?’ Roland asked. ‘She is a hostage, father.’

Father Marchant hesitated, ‘What do you know of her?’ he asked.

Roland frowned. ‘She is base-born and married to le Bâtard, but beyond that nothing of consequence.’

‘You like her?’

Roland hesitated, then remembered his duty to the truth. ‘I didn’t like her at first, father, but I’ve come to admire her. She has spirit. She has a quick mind. Yes, I like her.’

‘She has bewitched you,’ Father Marchant said sternly, ‘and for that you are not to blame. But you should know she is excommunicated, condemned by Holy Mother Church. She was to be burned for heresy, but le Bâtard rescued her, and then, to compound her evil, she killed a pious Dominican who had discovered her heresy. In all conscience, my son, I cannot let her go now, I cannot permit her to spread her loathsome doctrines. She is condemned.’

‘I swore to protect her,’ Roland said uneasily.

‘I release you from that oath.’

‘But she seems such a good woman!’

‘The devil masks his work, my son,’ Father Marchant said, ‘he cloaks the vile in raiments of light and sweetens their foulness with honeyed words. She looks fair, but she is the devil’s creature, as is her husband. They are both excommunicated, both heretics.’ He turned as his servant approached down the shadowed corridor. ‘Thank you,’ he said, taking the hawk from the man. He had pulled on a leather glove and now wrapped the bird’s jesses around his wrist before stroking the hood that covered the bird’s eyes. ‘Do you know,’ he enquired of Roland, ‘why the heretics went to Montpellier?’

‘She told me they went to escort an English monk who would enrol at the university, father.’

Father Marchant smiled sadly. ‘She lied about that, my son.’

‘She did?’

‘Her husband seeks la Malice.’

‘No!’ Roland said, not in protest, but in astonishment.

‘It’s my surmise that he heard the weapon might be there.’

Roland shook his head. ‘I wouldn’t think so,’ he said confidently.

It was Father Marchant’s turn to be astonished. ‘You wouldn’t …’ he said weakly, then stopped.

‘Well, of course I don’t know,’ Roland said, ‘and perhaps you have news of la Malice that I haven’t heard?’

‘We heard it was at a place called Mouthoumet, but it was gone when we arrived.’

‘It’s possible it was taken to Montpellier,’ Roland said dubiously, ‘but a man who cares for la Malice would surely return it to its proper place.’

‘There is a proper place?’ the priest asked cautiously. He was stroking the bird’s hooded head, his finger gentle against the soft leather.

Roland smiled modestly. ‘My mother, God bless her, is descended from the ancient Counts of Cambrai. They were great warriors, but one of them defied his father and gave up the profession of arms to become a monk.

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