Dissolution

'On my oath, sir, I do not know.' There was anxiety in her voice. I turned to her and spoke gently.

'Do you feel you could be in danger from any source, Alice?'

'No, sir.' Her face reddened and I was surprised at the degree of anger and contempt that came into her face. 'I have had approaches from certain monks from time to time, but I deal with them with the aid of Brother Guy's protection and my own wits. That is a nuisance, not a danger.'

I nodded, struck once more by the strength of her personality.

'You are unhappy here?' I asked quietly.

She shrugged. 'It is a post. And I have a good master.'

'Alice, if I can help you or there is anything you want to tell me, please come to me. I would not like to think of you in danger.'

'Thank you, sir. I am grateful.' Her tone was guarded; she had no reason to trust me any more than the monks. But perhaps she would unwind to Mark. She turned back to her patient, who had begun tossing in his fever, threatening to throw off the bedclothes.

'Goodnight then, Alice.'

She was still trying to settle the novice, and did not look up. 'Goodnight, sir.'

I made my way back up the freezing corridor. Stopping at a window, I saw the snow had ceased at last. It lay deep and unbroken, glowing white under a full moon. Looking out on that wasteland broken by the black shapes of the ancient buildings, I felt as trapped and isolated in Scarnsea as though I stood in the moon's own empty caverns.

CHAPTER 10

When I woke I did not at first know where I was. Daylight of unaccustomed brightness cast a leached white light over an unfamiliar room. Then I remembered all and slowly sat up. Mark, who had fallen asleep again by the time I returned from my talk with the novice, had already risen; he had banked up the fire and stood in his hose, shaving at a ewer of steaming water. Through the window bright sunlight was reflected from the snow that lay thick everywhere, dotted here and there with birds' footprints.

'Good morning, sir,' he said, squinting at his features in an old brass mirror.

'What time is it?'

'Past nine. The infirmarian says breakfast is waiting in his kitchen. He knew we would be tired and let us sleep.'

I threw off the clothes. 'We haven't time to waste sleeping! Hurry, finish that and get into your shirt.' I started pulling on my clothes.

'Will you not shave?'

'They can take me unshaven.' The burden of work to be done filled my mind. 'Hurry now. I want to see this place properly and talk to the obedentiaries. You must find an opportunity to talk to Mistress Alice. Then take a walk around the place, look for likely hiding places for that sword. We have to cover the ground as fast as we can, we have a new problem now.' As I laced up my hose, I told him of my visit to Whelplay the night before.

'Someone else killed? Jesu. This skein gets more tangled by the hour.'

'I know. And we have little time to untangle it. Come.'

We went down the corridor to Brother Guy's infirmary. He was at his desk, squinting at his Arabic book.

'Ah, you are awake,' he said in his soft accent. He closed the text reluctantly and led us to a little room, where more herbs hung from hooks. Inviting us to sit at the table, he set bread and cheese and a jug of weak beer before us.

'How is your patient?' I asked as we ate.

'A little easier this morning, thank God. The fever has broken and he is in a deep sleep. The abbot is coming to visit him later.'

'Tell me, what is Novice Whelplay's history?'

'He is the son of a small farmer towards Tonbridge. Brother Guy smiled sadly. 'He is one of those too soft by nature for this harsh world, too easily bruised. Such souls often gravitate here, I think it is where God intends them to be.'

'A soft refuge from the world, then?'

'Those like Brother Simon serve God and the world with their prayers. Is that not better for all than the life of mockery and ill-treatment such people often have outside? And in the circumstances he could hardly be said to have found a refuge.'

I looked at him seriously. 'No, he found mockery and ill-treatment here too. When we have eaten, Brother Guy, I would like you to take me to the kitchen where you found the body. I fear we have had a late start.'

'Of course. But I should not leave my patients for too long-'

'Half an hour should be enough.' I took a last swig of beer and rose, wrapping my cloak around me. 'Master Poer will stay here in the infirmary this morning, I have allowed him a morning's rest. After you, Brother.'

We went through the hall, where Alice was again attending to the old monk. He was as ancient as any man I had ever seen, and lay breathing slowly and with effort. He could not have been a greater contrast to his plump neighbour, who sat up in bed playing a card game. The blind patient was asleep in a chair.

The infirmarian opened the front door, stepping back as nearly a foot of snow banked up against the door fell over the threshold.