Read The Guilt of Innocents Online

Authors: Candace Robb

Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Historical, #Mystery & Detective, #Crime

The Guilt of Innocents (36 page)

Aubrey sat down on the bed, took her good hand and kissed it.

‘And sometime in the attack he mentioned my son?’ Owen asked.

‘Yes,’ she sobbed.

‘There was a ring in the scrip Hubert had taken to York,’ he said, ‘Drogo’s mother’s ring.’

‘Sweet Jesus, oh dear Drogo –’ Her voice broke and she looked away from Aubrey.

Owen asked Hubert to find Alfred and tell him to get their horses ready.

‘And mine,’ said Sir Baldwin. ‘If you apprehend Osmund, I want to be there.’

Hubert nodded and withdrew.

‘Thank you, Captain,’ said Ysenda. ‘At least he won’t hear – I loved that ring. Drogo had given it to me when we made our vows long ago, in front of friends. But then I discovered I was with child, my lord’s child, and – I confess I thought I might do better. I went to Sir Baldwin and he named Aubrey as a man worthy of me.’

‘You were wed to Drogo?’ Aubrey cried. ‘Do you even know whose son you bore? Christ, how could I have loved you?’ It was his turn to look away.

‘I was too far along for it to be Drogo’s child,’ she said. ‘A woman knows these things. Was the ring in the scrip when Drogo returned it?’

‘No.’

She looked crestfallen. ‘I thought – I’m foolish, but I thought for a moment that Drogo meant for me to have the ring. That he’d put it in the scrip to give to Hubert.’

‘We believe it was stolen from Drogo’s home after he died,’ said Owen. ‘Did Osmund know the significance of the ring?’

‘I spoke of it to him, yes. I wanted him to know that someone had truly loved me, wanted to wed me – he liked to remind me that his father had coaxed Aubrey into wedding me.’ She was looking at the back of her husband’s head. ‘I learned to love you, Aubrey.’

‘You were never my wife,’ he said in a broken voice.

Owen still did not understand why Osmund or
anyone would add the ring to the scrip, but at present that was not his greatest concern. He must protect Jasper.

As Jasper stepped out to the street on his way to school he laughed at the shrieks coming from the garden – Gwenllian and Hugh had rushed out to attack the snow. He remembered feeling that way about it.

He had not told Dame Lucie about seeing Osmund Gamyll the previous evening, fearing she’d worry and find reasons to keep him home until the captain returned. That would not do, because Jasper felt a responsibility to let Master Nicholas know the man had been trying his doors. He’d felt guilty all night for not having told the guard. He headed for the archbishop’s palace.

Brother Michaelo showed him in at once, escorting him to the chapel where Master Nicholas knelt in prayer. Jasper was awed by the great hall they passed through, and the stone passage to the chapel. It was a house such as a king might live in, he thought.

His account frightened Master Nicholas, that was plain.

‘I have never trusted Osmund Gamyll,’ the master said, ‘and he’s betrayed me to my brother, telling him about my admiration for John Wycliff’s honesty. William could not hide his disappointment in me.’

Alisoun had told Jasper about his heretical ideas.

‘They’ll add it to their case for my excommunication.’ Nicholas groaned. ‘My dear boy, thank you for telling me this. I will be careful once I’m back in my school. If I’m ever so fortunate.’

As Jasper was leaving, Michaelo warned him to go to school and leave the sleuthing to his father. He did not need to warn him of that, Jasper thought. He must think him a fool.

When they found an inn for the night, Sir Baldwin went to the church across the way to pray. He had talked a little whenever they paused to rest the horses, about his hopes for more children, his memories of Osmund when young and innocent, and it was plain the man was struggling with the knowledge of his son’s guilt – for it seemed certain that Osmund had murdered both Drogo and Nigel.

The inn was a much better one than the last, and Owen and Alfred settled near the fire with well-deserved tankards of ale. Owen recounted all that Ysenda had said, as much to mull it over as to fill in Alfred.

‘Now I understand why he’s not talking,’ said Alfred. ‘Poor man. Do you think he’ll tell all to his new lady? I don’t think I would.’

‘How else would he explain his son’s arrest? She must know all in order to understand Sir Baldwin’s acceptance of Osmund’s guilt.’

‘If Osmund’s hurt Jasper, do we kill him?’

Owen closed his eyes, trying not to picture Jasper floating in the river, but there it was, a horrible image. ‘Yes. We kill him.’

It was a dreary morning, the icicles dripping from the rooftops, the snow, so pretty the day before, now slush. Jasper felt left behind, powerless, frustrated that there was nothing more he could do than he’d done the previous day, warning Master Nicholas. It seemed a puny thing. Alisoun had given him a warm smile last evening when he’d returned from school, and she’d been impressed that he’d been to the archbishop’s palace, asking more questions than he could answer. But when she’d asked him what else he meant to do, he’d admitted he didn’t think there was more that he could do until the captain returned, and she’d lost interest.

He’d been watching his feet as he walked along the city streets, avoiding puddles, but he had to look up to navigate around the people crossing every which way at the meeting of Stonegate and Petergate, and he thought he saw Osmund Gamyll walking quickly in the direction he’d taken the last time Jasper had seen him. His mood lifted. He did not think the man would risk trying the doors at Master Nicholas’s school again, for surely he’d think it possible Jasper had told the guard of his attempt the previous day, but he was curious where Osmund was headed. It might prove important.

Rounding the corner to Vicar Lane he saw
Osmund walk past the guard in front of Master Nicholas’s school and continue down the street, turning left at Goodramgate. Jasper hurried after him, but by the time he reached Goodramgate there was no sign of Osmund. He rushed through the gate of Holy Trinity churchyard. No Osmund. He kept going down the house backs until he found the alley to Master Nicholas’s chamber. By now his feet were wet and icy, but he thought it would be well worth the pain if he picked up Osmund’s trail again. He had expected a guard here in the alley by the school, but no one was watching the side door. He wondered whether the man would be so bold as to slip in when the guard was out front – but he had tried the handle the previous day. Jasper tried the door handle. Unlocked. Perhaps another guard hid within. That would be clever. But it was only a guess. He decided against opening the door, though it was tempting. A guard might mistake Jasper for Osmund, or a thief. And if Osmund Gamyll were hiding behind the door he would be armed and ready. Feeling foolish for having made the chase but failed to bring the prey to ground, he told himself that at least he had some information for the captain. He turned his back on the door – it was time to continue on to school. He gasped as someone grabbed him and put a gag to his mouth.

It was late afternoon by the time Owen, Alfred and Sir Baldwin led their horses into the archbishop’s
stables. Thinking to avoid another lecture from Thoresby on his late reporting, Owen stopped at the palace before heading home. Sir Baldwin seemed reluctant to see the archbishop in his present state, but he accompanied Owen.

Brother Michaelo welcomed them, and as he led Owen into the hall he inquired whether he’d been home as yet.

It was a chilling question. ‘No. What is wrong?’

Michaelo paused, and his expression lacked even a suggestion of his usual playfulness. ‘I have a bad feeling about Jasper.’ He told him of the boy’s visit the previous day.

Owen’s heart sank. ‘You could not have delivered worse news.’ He had feared that Jasper would recognise Osmund and follow him. It’s what he would have done at Jasper’s age.

‘Then I am glad I have told you,’ said Michaelo. ‘I can assure you that Jasper attended his classes yesterday, for I spoke to Master John in the evening. But there was a taste of adventure in the lad’s eyes that has worried me.’

Jasper had been all right the previous day. He prayed that was still so. ‘Have you spoken to Master John today?’ Owen asked.

‘No. Not yet. His Grace has kept me busy. Go to Master John now – before you go home.’

‘I will.’ Owen cursed under his breath. ‘Didn’t they put one of the guards on the school?’

‘Yes, and I am likely worrying for nothing. But we know that Jasper is resourceful, Captain.’

‘Keep Master Nicholas here, Michaelo,’ said Owen.

Sir Baldwin was right behind him as he hurried out.

A servant at St Peter’s School directed them to the Clee, where Master John was dining. Owen cursed. It was too long a walk to the Clee when he was in a hurry to find his son.

Sir Baldwin asked where Nicholas’s school was.

‘So near?’ he said. ‘Why don’t we talk to the guard? He might have seen Jasper today.’

Owen thanked him – he wasn’t thinking clearly or he would have come up with that himself. Memories of another time when he’d feared for Jasper’s life crowded his mind. They almost ran down Vicar Lane, startling people who unwittingly got in their way.

Seeing that the guard was Edmund, one of Owen’s newest men, he cursed himself for leaving Rafe in charge, with his philosophy of pushing inexperienced men into the thick of things, convinced that it was the only way they would learn because that is how he’d learned.

‘I’ve been here since midday and I’ve not seen the lad,’ said Edmund.

‘Who’s in the alley?’ Owen asked.

‘It’s just me, Captain. And this morning Colm. You might ask him if he saw Jasper.’

Owen could not believe the carelessness of Rafe’s command. ‘Do you check the alley at all?’

‘I do. I walk round the building, so I pass it often.’

‘Go to the barracks. Fetch Rafe and Gilbert here.’

Startled, Edmund hesitated.

‘Now!’

He took off.

‘What do you intend?’ asked Baldwin.

Owen was already at the door of the school, trying the latch. Locked. He headed round to the alley, Baldwin striding alongside him. It was mid-afternoon, but the alley was already dark. He wished Sir Baldwin were not with him, for if he found Jasper harmed …

The alley door was unlatched. Owen drew his dagger, then slowly opened the door. It was too dark to see, but he heard nothing. Crouching down, he crept into the chamber. Baldwin followed his lead, shutting the door behind him. Owen let his eye adjust before rising to look around. In the dimness he saw that the room was in disarray.

Baldwin tapped him on the arm. ‘I hear breathing.’ He moved towards the corner of the room taken up by the vestment press. Crouching by the trunk, Baldwin gestured for Owen to come. ‘In here. What’s in here?’

‘Clothing,’ Owen said softly. He heard footsteps in the alley, and opened the door a little to peer out, relieved to see that it was Rafe and Gilbert.

‘Stay! Who goes there?’ Rafe demanded.

‘Your captain, you fool.’ Owen swung the door wide seeing that Gilbert had the sense to bring a lantern, bold now that he had light and backup. ‘Open the shutter,’ Owen said.

Baldwin was trying to lift the lid on the press with one hand, his dagger in the other. Rafe crossed over to help him.

‘God have mercy,’ Baldwin sobbed, reaching into the chest and straightening with Jasper in his arms, bound and gagged and frighteningly limp.

‘He’d dead? No!’ Owen cried. ‘Holy Mary, Mother of God. You said you heard breathing, damn you!’

‘He’s still warm, Captain. But stuffed into that chest – he couldn’t have had much air.’ Baldwin laid Jasper on Nicholas’s bed. ‘My son meant to kill him. Thank God he failed.’

‘For now,’ Rafe muttered as he cut the bonds and removed the gag.

‘He should be coughing,’ Owen moaned, pressing an ear to Jasper’s chest. He almost wept with relief to hear his strong young heart beating. He checked his limbs – Jasper groaned when Owen touched his right shoulder.

Baldwin began to rub Jasper’s wrists, Owen did the ankles. A shudder ran through the boy’s limbs and he opened his eyes. At first unfocused and confused, he fought them.

‘Steady, lad. You are safe. It’s your da,’ said Owen, knowing well this state of confusion on
waking from such an attack as this must have been.

‘Da!’ Jasper cried, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. ‘You’re here.’

Owen helped him sit up. ‘I am, I’m here, you’re safe.’

‘I thought I was dying in there. I was so mad.’ Jasper knuckled his eyes. ‘So stupid.’

‘You’re alive. That is not stupid,’ Owen said. ‘Tell me what happened.’

Rafe and Gilbert came from the schoolroom shaking their heads.

‘Someone’s gone through it, but they’re not there now,’ said Gilbert.

‘There’s not much to tell,’ said Jasper, ‘but that I did just what he wanted by following him here. He was pleased with himself. He said he was burying me alive because he didn’t kill boys.’

‘Who, Jasper?’ Owen asked, wanting to be sure.

‘Osmund Gamyll. Remember I saw him –’

‘I’ll crush him,’ Baldwin growled.

‘Sir Baldwin?’ Jasper had not noticed him. ‘How are you here?’

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