Crusade

‘Dearest Ingigerd and Maria, may you rest in peace. Those of us who remain will continue to live our lives as we always have, in the noble tradition of Hereward and Torfida and all their brave companions.’

After an hour or so of quiet reflection, we then went into the forest to retrieve the family chest and the deeds to the land. It was where Ingigerd had said it would be, two feet below the ground in the middle of a pretty glade which, in years to come, would be shaded by the two fine oaks planted in memory of Hereward and Torfida.

Edwin opened the heavy chest and took out the deeds. Beneath them was a surprisingly deep layer of silver coin. There were Frankish sous and deniers, German marks, English and Norman shillings, a few pieces struck with Muslim inscriptions and even some with images of Byzantine emperors — all in all, it must have added up to several pounds of silver.

‘Edwin, that’s a lot of silver.’

‘Ingigerd and Maria were very frugal, and the estate made a good profit. But there’s also money in there from Hereward and Torfida’s day. They hardly ever spent anything on themselves. A quarter part of it now belongs to you, Estrith.’

‘Nuns are not allowed to have any money.’

In response to Estrith’s words, Adela initiated a general discussion about our future.

‘What are we going to do with St Cirq Lapopie? There is no one left to work the land, and everything else has gone.’

Sweyn offered a solution.

‘Let’s sell the land to the merchants of Toulouse; they are always looking for sound investments. It is still productive and, with a few families to work it, could soon be a thriving community again. We could make it a stipulation of the sale that we retain the small plot where Mahnoor and the others are buried. We could then add the money from the sale, extract what we need to live on for a while, and deposit the balance with one of the Jewish or Lombardian moneylenders.’

The others nodded their approval, and I threw in my lot with them.

‘I have a few pounds of silver. I will add my coin to the deposit and we will all be partners in the investment. Edwin can be our chancellor and hold our purse; he is very careful with money. Agreed?’

Everyone agreed in a chorus, and there were embraces all round before we mounted our horses to leave St Cirq Lapopie for what we assumed was the last time.

Edwin, ever watchful of disciplines and routines, reminded us that even accounting for Duke Robert’s slower progress, he was likely to be close to St Cirq Lapopie. We looked forward to his company on our journey back down the Lot to Cahors, although none of us relished imparting our grim news.

Adela took a short detour via Old Simon’s shelter to leave a small purse of silver for him. I doubted that he had ever had the need for money, but it was a kind thought all the same.

Although I had spent only a day and a night in the home that Hereward’s family had made their own, I felt I belonged to it — as if it was now part of my heritage and my legacy.

23. Soldiers of Christ

We met Duke Robert and his retinue downstream only about an hour after our departure. When we told him what we had found at St Cirq Lapopie, he reported back to us on the discoveries his scouts had made regarding how widespread the epidemic was. People were stricken all the way to Bordeaux in the west, where thousands had died, and the fever had reached Angouleme in the north. But it had not spread as far as Toulouse in the east, which Robert ordered should be our next destination.

Everyone’s mood was sombre. Robert had issued strict commands that no contact be made with any of the local people; there was to be no hunting, no food was to be purchased and no water to be taken from wells. A combination of the meagre diet and the fear of a slow and painful death cast a pall over everybody.

When we reached the River Tarn at Montauban, we found that the Count of Toulouse had been able to contain the epidemic by closing all the bridges across the river. He had issued the same order for the Garonne beyond Moissac, using the two wide waterways to create a physical barrier all the way from the Central Massif to the sea. Crossing over either river was on pain of instant execution. It was an astute public ordinance, but presented us with the inconvenience that we were also denied entry to the County of Toulouse.

When we tried to cross the ancient wooden bridge, the Count’s men, to their credit, remained steadfast in denying us, even though they were commanded to let us pass by a sovereign duke. Sadly, a brief skirmish was the only way to get them to relent, during which several of the Count’s men were killed, as well as two of Robert’s hearthtroop.