The Tournament of Blood (24 page)

Whoever it was had approached closer now. ‘Hey! Don’t I know you, Squire?’

‘Me, sir?’ Andrew demanded and spun around. Then he recognised Odo.

The herald had lost much weight, he thought. His head was hanging lower than it had before, although that light was still there in his eyes, but at his cheeks and forehead were the lines that
denoted pain and exhaustion.

For Odo’s part, he saw that Andrew had improved no end since their last meeting. ‘You have a new master, my friend,’ he stated. ‘It is clear from your tunic and
weapons.’

‘Aye. A good man called Edmund.’

‘Sir Edmund of Gloucester?’ Odo asked.

‘You know him?’

‘I have heard much about him. He is without a lord, I hear?’

‘True. But perhaps he will be fortunate here. I understand Lord Hugh could always use a strong arm.’

‘Yes. I am hoping he will want a useful herald with an eye for an enemy’s coat-of-arms, too!’ Odo said with a chortle.

‘A man can grow tired of wandering,’ Andrew said, eyeing Odo’s worn boots and faded hose.

‘And of sitting atop a horse. Yes.’

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Ah, I seek a man, a squire. I am acting as a go-between, to give messages to him from his beautiful lover.’

‘If only I could be so fortunate.’

‘Andrew, my friend, you and I are too old by many and many a year to hope to win the heart of a maiden. We must accept bachelorhood and assist those who, younger than we, would seek a wife
from the ranks of young maidens here.’

‘Godspeed your delivery, then.’

‘Ah, but surely a pint or two would speed me still faster on my way,’ Odo laughed as he pushed his way into the tavern behind Andrew.

When they both held jugs and could drink their fill (for this tavern had no more pots or cups to offer), Andrew glanced at Odo from the corner of his eye.

‘So is this some wealthy young buck who seeks a woman for a night or two?’

‘No, no, no!’ Odo tutted. ‘If that were all, I’d tell him to come here and sample one or two of the wenches. No, he is convinced of his love for this girl. And she
declares her love for him.’

‘A pretty tale. I suppose neither has enough money to wed? Or are they waiting for a suitable moment to announce their intentions?’

‘Hardly that. They have already exchanged their oaths and enjoyed the first proof of love, but clandestinely. The girl is a ward and cannot tell anyone of their marriage until her husband
is knighted.’

‘A ward?’ Andrew shot him a look. ‘It’s not Lady Alice, the ward of Sir John, is it?’

Odo said nothing, merely sipped contentedly at his jug.

‘And her husband?’ Andrew frowned, thinking his friend had lied. ‘Is it Squire William?’

‘No, another local squire.’

‘My God! Squire Geoffrey,’ Andrew breathed.

Today being the first night Lord Hugh was staying at the castle, there was a feast planned, to which all the participants in the tournament were invited. First a service was
held in the chapel, while servants and more lowly officials were fed so that later they could serve the guests.

While standing in the yard waiting to enter the hall, Baldwin and Simon had an opportunity to share their experiences with the Coroner. When they were finished, Sir Roger cocked an eye at
Baldwin.

‘I may be able to give you a little more information. When Benjamin died, it was shortly after he had called in several debts – mainly from knights. I thought Sir John, Sir Walter,
or Sir Richard could have been responsible. Or the Squires William or Geoffrey. All these men were in Exeter at the time and attending the court.’

‘The murders could be unrelated,’ Baldwin said slowly.

‘You don’t believe that any more than I do.’

Baldwin turned to the Coroner. ‘How did the banker get involved? If Lord Hugh was paying for the tournament, what exactly was Benjamin’s part in it?’

‘Lord Hugh may have ordered the stands to be built, but he’d not entrust too much money to a messenger, nor would he wish to come here early just to keep an eye on the work in
progress. No, he would have passed his instructions to Hal and given the architect a budget. How Hal decided to work within that budget was up to him, but Lord Hugh would only have given Hal an
advance on the total owed – and Benjamin, who was a party to all this, would be expected to monitor things so that Hal wouldn’t go over his budget. Afterwards Lord Hugh would reimburse
Benjamin for his share of the expenses and give him a profit as well.’

Simon continued, ‘So Benjamin would provide the ready money that Hal needed. And if Hal could construct the whole show for significantly less than Lord Hugh had budgeted, both he and his
associates could pocket the difference. Lord Hugh would still pay the full amount to Benjamin as agreed.’

‘Which was why Hal was against buying more wood?’ Baldwin asked.

‘Yes,’ Simon said. ‘Hal bought in the cheapest stuff he could find so that he could cut costs. If I had to guess, I’d say that he later realised it was much worse than he
had anticipated. Hal wouldn’t have wanted to have a stand collapse again, so he tried to force me to
give
him fresh timbers, blaming the townspeople for taking advantage of him. They
didn’t, of course. He paid for cheap stuff and that was what he got. Later he went back and bought better materials when I refused to let him have it for free.’

‘So there is no incentive for a murder in that scam,’ Baldwin said slowly.

‘Unless Lord Hugh wanted to punish Wymond and Benjamin for taking advantage,’ Coroner Roger shrugged.

‘Lord Hugh wouldn’t do that,’ Simon responded.

‘Why should someone murder Wymond with his own hammer?’ Coroner Roger wanted to know.

Baldwin answered, ‘I think Wymond always carried his hammer with him. It was as important to him as a sword to a knight – it showed what he was. Where he died was up in the woods
– I wondered whether he was lured there with the promise of good, fresh timber. Someone told him where he could get strong wood and save himself having to buy from the town. Then he was
struck down and in the dark his killer dropped the hammer and couldn’t find it.’

Roger was thoughtful. ‘I have held the inquest. As you’d expect, there was nothing much to be learned.’

‘No. How can the local jury accuse anyone when there are so many strangers in the town?’

‘Usually all too easily, if it means getting rid of a known troublemaker,’ Simon grunted cynically.

‘I still don’t understand why his killer chose to carry him back to the tent and leave his body there,’ Coroner Roger said, frowning. ‘He could so easily have woken Hal
and been discovered.’

‘Maybe he didn’t know Hal was in there?’ Simon suggested.

‘Or was it a message?’ Baldwin said, musing on the thoughts he’d had earlier.

Coroner Roger gazed at him intently. ‘Message?’

‘A sign that he must stop doing something? A sign that he could have the same happen to him?’ Baldwin guessed.

Simon scuffed a boot in the dust. ‘This rumour that he was a spy for the Despensers . . . could someone have learned of this and killed Wymond to stop reports being sent to
them?’

‘Anything is possible,’ Baldwin said heavily. ‘But surely then the murderer would have killed Hal as well.’

Roger was grim-faced. ‘Perhaps the killer intends doing that. He may have been interrupted last night, or was too tired after Wymond’s killing. What if he means to go back
tonight?’

‘That is what I was thinking,’ Baldwin said. ‘I do not want to return tomorrow and discover that Hal has died.’

Simon beckoned a watchman. ‘Get a man to go to Hal Sachevyll’s tent and guard it. Understand? Hal could be in danger from the same murderer who killed Wymond.’

‘Spies!’ Simon muttered bitterly. ‘And murder, all during the first tournament that
I
am responsible for.’

‘I am sure you will find it is all resolved quickly,’ Baldwin said easily.

‘When we cannot even tell who might have been near Wymond’s tent last night?’ Simon said. He caught sight of a group of knights in their silks and gorgeous robes. ‘Hah!
Look there. See that man? The one with the beautiful tall wife? He is Sir Walter Basset.’

‘Yes, I have met him before,’ Baldwin said. ‘Not a pleasant man. Rough and too willing to take any comment as an insult. He likes to draw his sword.’

‘He’s also the tattiest-looking son of a whore I have ever seen,’ Simon said. ‘I saw him earlier and he could have been a villein from the poorest demesne in the
land.’

‘It is difficult when you see a man out of his usual – or rather his expected – garb.’

‘Yes. He looks well as a knight, but when I saw him with Roger, he had lost all status.’

Coroner Roger agreed, but before he could speak Sir Peregrine joined them. ‘So, Sir Baldwin, are you helping with another murder?’

‘You have heard about the poor fellow?’

‘I knew of him,’ Sir Peregrine smiled grimly. ‘Lord Hugh used him a few times for similar events.’

‘Were you aware that he was a spy?’ Simon shot out.

Sir Peregrine’s smile broadened. ‘Ah, you are speculating that I may have decided that a spy was too dangerous and arranged to have him killed. Is that your concern?’

The Coroner answered. ‘We are searching for a murderer, but I for one have no desire to mingle with politics.’

‘Then you can rest your mind, Coroner,’ Sir Peregrine chuckled. His face grew more grim as he faced Baldwin. ‘I assure you that neither I nor Lord Hugh wanted him dead. Yes,
Wymond and others spy for the King . . .’

‘Benjamin and Hal?’ Simon asked.

‘Yes. And therein lies my problem. Their deaths could persuade King Edward that my Lord Hugh is guilty of removing the King’s own men.’

Baldwin squinted at the ground. ‘And of course the King would wonder why you should want to do that. He would assume that Lord Hugh was guilty of some – um – impropriety, to
justify killing his enemies. That could be dangerous at a time like this when the whole country is close to war again.’

‘I do not deny that,’ Sir Peregrine agreed sombrely, but then he flashed a grin. ‘More to the point, the King will send new spies to replace those who have died. At least when
I knew who the spies were, I could ensure that only the relevant information was given to them. Now . . .’ he became introspective. ‘Now I have to uncover more, which means endless
secrecy and difficulties. Lord Hugh and I were the two men who had least desire to remove Benjamin and Wymond.’

‘Do you believe him?’ Simon asked Baldwin.

The knight was watching Sir Peregrine as he stalked away to rejoin Lord Hugh. ‘Yes,’ he said at last. ‘I think that was why he came here – to let us know that he was
innocent.’

‘Do you believe him?’ Coroner Roger repeated.

‘Against my better judgement,’ Baldwin said slowly, ‘I rather think I do.’

There was a general move towards the hall for the feast, and as the three men joined the throng, Baldwin saw Odo and Andrew hurry in through the gate together. Seeing Baldwin, the herald joined
them.

After introducing Coroner Roger, who had never met Odo, Baldwin asked, ‘Odo, were you at Exeter for the court?’

‘What court?’

Sir Roger smiled at Baldwin. ‘He wasn’t there. I’d have seen him.’

‘Why do you want to know?’ Odo asked.

‘First, where were you last night?’

‘Me? Here. As herald I am expected to sing and play for the guests. Then I went to my tent. My King Herald, Mark Tyler, wishes me to stay in the camp and ensure that there is no ribaldry.
In truth, I think he wants me to learn how uncomfortable being a herald can be, in case I seek to take his job!’

‘What of you, Andrew?’ Baldwin asked.

‘I walked a little. I do not sleep well,’ Andrew said coldly.

‘You were alone?’

‘Of course. And now please excuse me. I have to serve my master.’

Baldwin watched him as he walked away. Then; ‘Odo, tell me, what do you know of Sir Edmund?’

‘Of Gloucester? A good, strong man, if unlucky in his loyalties and love. He had been going to marry Lady Helen, before she wed Sir Walter Basset of Cornwall. Then he lost all when Sir
John captured him at a tourney. With nothing in his pocket, he fled over the sea and earned himself a new fortune.’

‘What of Sir John?’

‘Ah. He and his son are curious folk,’ Odo told him. ‘Sir John is no longer a wealthy man. He has lost much through murrain and the famine. He seeks to weld his estates to
those of Lady Alice, from what she tells me. I fear that although she is his ward, she may seek to evade Squire William’s advances.’

Baldwin understood him. ‘So often a ward will not wish to wed the boy she knew as a brother,’ he said. ‘What of other knights?’

Odo murmured about the other men who were attending the tournament while they all found seats at tables. Then he had to leave them. ‘Please ask for me if you need anything more, sir, but I
must go now. I have to prepare music to aid your palate.’

Sir Roger stared balefully after him as he walked away. ‘Is that man always so cocksure?’

‘Who cares? At least he has given us some information to work with,’ Baldwin said. ‘And now we must see if we can talk to this Alice, the woman who was with Geoffrey when he
saw Wymond and another man.’ He looked along the table. ‘I suppose that is her, seated between Sir John and Squire William.’

Baldwin was able to speak to Lady Alice before too long. After the meal, Squire William walked over to join a group of other squires, and Sir John soon rose from his place to
seek the privy.

When both were gone, Baldwin went to Alice’s side. ‘My Lady, could I speak with you for a moment?’

She was a pretty child, he thought, with large and lustrous eyes, a most appealing and kindly expression, and an aura of calmness that was more mature than seemed quite natural for her
years.

‘Of course, sir.’

‘My name is Sir Baldwin.’

‘And you wish to ask me about the night that Wymond died. My husband told me you would want to talk to me.’

‘You have spoken to him?’

‘There’s no need to look so surprised, Sir Baldwin. He passes messages to me through the good herald Odo, and I reply.’