Authors: Priscilla Royal
He shuddered.
Nay, there was a great difference between what Simeon had done and what he thought John had, but was he right now about both men? Thomas had trusted what he'd known, distrusted the strange, and did not question his judgement. He did not, that is, until he realized he was beginning to enjoy the world this gray monastic place offered. Indeed, he was starting to understand how a warrior like Andrew might find peace here, a peace that Thomas longed for as well. And then there were the women like
Sister Anne and the prioress, creatures he liked but did not desire.
Tyndal was a world turned quite upside down from the one he had known. Neither world was perfect, for cert, yet nothing created by men ever was.
Thomas shifted with discomfort.
Simeon. Simeon had told him how gentleness had been battered from him with whips and mockery as a youth, and Thomas had seen the receiver burning to ash whatever had remained with his own anger and hot ambition.
Brother John. The novices respected and loved John, who loved them back with kindness and understanding. He was a tormented man, for cert, who beat all earthly passions into submission whenever the Prince of Darkness tempted him with whatever sins he longed to commit. Did the man love boys? Aye, love was there but Thomas no longer believed it was a dark lust.
There was much about both Thomas still did not comprehend. How could a man who had taken his hand in understanding, albeit in a drunken moment, so brutally kill two others? Might not John be more tortured and thus more likely to commit such a crime? Thomas cursed this doubting. He must be right about what had happened. He must.
Nonetheless, the question of whether or not the murderer was left-handed gnawed at him. If the guilty man was left-handed, John, or someone else, was guilty, Simeon innocent. Perhaps Sister Ruth had been right to cast doubt on Eadmund s confession. The lad might have yet undiscovered reasons for casting such an accusation at the receiver. Had they all jumped to the wrong conclusions too quickly? Thomas groaned silently. The darkness pressed down on him with...
A faint light fluttered along the sides of the stone walls outside
his hiding chamber.
Thomas tensed.
There was no sound at first, and then he heard the soft scraping of shoes on the steps. The light grew brighter.
Thomas held his breath.
For a moment there was absolute silence as the wavering torch flame threw twitching patches of light and black against the walls. Then Thomas heard the clink of a key, and listened as the door to Brother John's cell swung open.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
"Wait!"
Thomas stood in the doorway, his hands resting on either side of the door as he pretended to catch his breath.
"What in God's name are you doing here?" Simeon growled. Brother John was still struggling, but Simeon's sheer weight and height had overpowered the novice master. The receiver stood, twisting the wiry monk's hands with one large fist until John cried in agony. With his other, Simeon held a knife to the monk's throat.
Thomas blinked. The knife was in Simeon's left hand. "I never noticed you were left-handed, brother," he said.
Simeon's laugh was hoarse. "Using my left hand was another reason for my father to beat me. He tied it behind me until I learned to use my right as godly men do. I never quite did so but my writing was serviceable enough."
Sweat began to drip down Thomas' chest. "My lord, I came to help you."
"If this is a trick..."
"Why would I trick you? Didn't you befriend me when I first came to Tyndal? Didn't you see that we two, of all men here, would have a special understanding? I knew that you should be the one to run the priory, not the new prioress, that unnatural woman, and I resented her arrogance but could find no way to show you my full loyalty until now."
Thomas hoped the fluttering light from the torch behind the monk did not deceive him. Simeon seemed to relax his tense
grasp of John ever so slightly. Thomas glanced at John's face but
shadows hid any expression, and he did not dare to give him a sign. He continued in hurried but hushed tones. "Brother Rupert did not understand your relationship with Eadmund as I do, did he? He must have.
"He understood nothing!" Simeon whined like a kicked pup. "I loved the young man like a son, but the Prince of Darkness entered my body and transformed me into a lustful woman whenever I saw Eadmund working in the priory fields. I became blind with desire for him. I was under a spell!"
"And you..."
"...fell to my knees before the lad and asked him, begged him, to come to bed with me. Then I took him to the cave and threatened him, forced him to make me his whore. When he left, I beat myself with my whip and Satan fled. For a while."
"Did Brother Rupert discover you?"
"Nay, Eadmund's father did. He came upon us together in the cave, and he ran. Screaming. When I found him later, he swore he'd tell Prioress Felicia or Brother Rupert, but I bought his silence with threats and money. No one would listen to a villain’s word over the Receiver of Tyndal Priory, I said."
"Why, then, kill Eadnoth?"
"He came to me and said that money was not enough. He had heard in the village that our new prioress would give as much credence to the word of a simple man as to one of better birth." Simeon's eyes glittered. "That wayward woman who now leads us would never understand that I was not willfully sinning, brother.
She
would not care that I might be burned at the stake for what the
Devil
made my body do!" His last words were spoken in a wail of agony.
Thomas winced. "Indeed, my lord, you are quite right."
"I had to kill Eadnoth. You see, I had no choice."
"Aye, I see that, but why kill Brother Rupert?"
"After the old prioress's death, I saw him leave the priory one day, something he rarely did anymore with his old bones. I followed him. He went to see Eadnoth. I couldn't hear their words, but Brother Rupert came to me soon after and told me there were rumors about a monk having sinful relations with a young man. He did not accuse me but said that the guilty man should be found out and brought to Church justice. At that time, Sister Ruth was elected prioress. She is a proper woman of good birth, one who knew her place in the world of men and would never
believe a villain over me. I felt safe. Then a stranger replaced her,
this Eleanor, a woman I did not know. I feared Brother Rupert would tell her tales before I could gain her ear, so I told him I had found the man he sought, that he should meet me by the cave so he could see for himself as the man committed the very sin. When he arrived, I stabbed him and hid his body in the cave until I could safely carry it to the nuns' cloister. So I would get no blood on me in the transfer, I changed his robes and buried the bloody ones." Simeon ground his teeth.
"Why castrate him?"
Simeon laughed, his voice thin and high. "Wasn't he a traitor to me, Thomas? Wasn't the King's enemy, Simon de Montfort, castrated after he was killed in battle? Should a traitor to me be treated any differently?"
"Indeed...." Sharp bile rose into Thomas' throat. Simeon was quite mad, he thought, swallowing quickly.
"And wasn't it a clever thing to do! I thought of it after I had killed him. We all knew how close the priest and the old prioress were. A pious man so filled with guilt over his lust might well follow the example of some of our early saints and castrate himself in the cloister, the very center of his sin. Or, perhaps, a lustful nun might have killed him and done the deed out of revenge or guilt. Finding his body in the nuns' cloister might suggest that too. So many reasons could be seen for such an act in such a place. It pointed everywhere. And nowhere."
"You are a clever man, for cert!" Then Thomas turned his head. "But hush, my lord!" he whispered. "I came to warn you.
The prioress is planning to trap you. She has sent for the crowner,
and his men may be surrounding us as I speak."
Simeon clutched Brother John to him more tightly. "This is loyalty?" he snarled. "To keep me here while they arrive? And how then did you find your way to me without them knowing it? And how did you propose we escape? I am no fool, Thomas."
"Nor did I think you one, my lord. There is an entrance unnoted..."
"A man new to the priory knows an entrance I do not after all my years at Tyndal? Come, Thomas, I took you for an intelligent man. Surely you can lie better than that."
"Begging your pardon, my lord, but I would guess it has been some time since you have had to escape a lady's chamber when her lord did unexpectedly return."
Simeon’s lips twisted into a smile.
"The latrine is not a pleasant ladder to safety, but few men would suspect a monk of knowing that weak point in, shall we say, this castle's defense."
Simeon's throaty laugh cracked like fragile clay. "Thomas, you are a good man. Indeed, I must make up for striking you on the head that night. It was out of my own fear of what you might find out if you caught... But first we must be gone. After I dispatch this troublesome monk...."
"My lord!" Thomas'
eyes
widened in horror as he pointed behind Simeon. "The torch!"
For just an instant as he turned to look, Simeon loosened his hold on Brother John, the edge of the knife dropped slightly. John threw himself backward, knocking Simeon off balance. As the two men fell on their backs, Simeon's knife flew out of his hand.
"Yes!" Thomas shouted as he dove for the knife.
John rolled just out of Simeon's grasp.
As he seized the knife, Thomas heard a strange whine above him, then a thud, and a grunt. When he looked up, he saw Simeon lying lifeless in the straw, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. A crossbow bolt stuck out of his chest.
"How sad," Ralf said with a half frown as he looked at the crossbowman. "I do believe the man is dead. You must learn better control of your weapon."
Chapter Thirty-Eight
"The Church had the right to try Brother Simeon for his crimes, Ralf." Sister Anne's face was flushed with outrage.
"Indeed, Annie, but my man fired the crossbow by accident.
A steady fellow overall, but I did reprove him severely. He's been
ordered off for more practice. We cannot have deputies carrying weapons they don't know how to handle properly. An innocent person might have been shot." He bowed his head. "When I explained the accident to Prioress Eleanor, she did not condemn me as you have."
"I know you better, and you haven't changed a bit. When you do not trust the authorities to conduct what you consider a proper hearing, you take justice into your own hands. Such an act was capricious and unworthy of a civilized man."
"That was unkind. Come, Annie, surely you know me to be fair and honest." Pain was evident in Ralf's eyes as he looked at the nun.
Sister Anne looked down at her hands. "Aye, Ralf, you are that, but one of these days you will condemn a man for sins he did not commit. You are not God. Do not forget it."
Ralf turned his face from her and said nothing.
Sister Anne reached over and briefly squeezed his arm. "You are still a good man. Brother Simeon was not. Indeed, your sentence on him was kinder and quicker than he would have gotten from any other earthly court." She smiled at him. "Now he is in the hands of God, who will be harsher on him than any mortal man, I think."
"Annie, you know how much I care about what you..." Ralf reached for her hand, but she withdrew it quickly.
"Hush, Ralf, and go. You saved John, for which I am deeply in your debt. I shall keep your secret, but do not think you have fooled our prioress with your story. She is wiser than her youth would suggest, and I suspect she knows as well as I do that you ordered your man to kill Simeon. Still, she will keep her own counsel about it. I think she knows you for the decent man you are."