"I know who you are, but you must be patient. Say nothing, just take my hand when you are free, and I will lead you to safety."
The bailiff took keys from his pocket and I led my knight down from the platform and through a clearly discontented crowd, already armed with sticks and stones to drive him out of town. These expulsions often meant the death of the victim, I knew that; I also knew that the bailiff believed little, if any, of my story. Still, he had the coins in his pockets and it was too late to send a horseman to the village to check tonight. Tomorrow I determined to be away at dawn.
I led Sir Gilman through darkening streets to the stables behind the inn, lucky to be unfollowed.
"What the "ell"s that?" said Growch.
But Mistral recognized him and crowded back in her stall. "He brings danger!
He led the others-"
"Rubbish! He"s in need of care and attention. He"s no threat to anyone. Just stay quiet while I see to him."
I went to the inn and begged a bucket of washing water, but had to part with another small coin. I gave my knight a strip wash, even taking off his braies to rinse them out, and he stood quiet as a felled ox, even when I rinsed his private parts, which I noted were ample. But Mama had always said that the criterion was less in inches than in the performance.
Apart from his trousers he wore a pair of tattered boots, and that was all. I should have to make him something to wear, but in the interim I put my father"s green cloak over his shivers and went to fetch the promised stew and a helping of bread. It was tasteless and stringy, but I added salt and a sprinkle of dried parsley and thyme to make it edible. I fed him with soaked bread until he pushed aside my hand and said: "Enough."
That was the first word he had spoken since his release, but as if a dam had been broken he now started with how"s and why"s and when"s until I shushed him. "Enough for now. It"s night and you should sleep. Rest easy. Does your head still hurt?"
"Very much. What happened to it?"
"I told you: in the morning. Lie still, and I"ll put salve on it and give you a sleeping draught," remembering of a sudden the vial of poppy juice I had brought with me.
I led him out to p.i.s.s against the wall, but two minutes later, after I had tucked him up in the straw, he was snoring happily. I fended off questions from the others, merely asking the more reliable of them to wake me at false dawn.
That done, the rest of the stew shared between Growch and myself and a few strands more of hay scrounged for Mistral, I lit my lantern and settled down with scissors, needle and thread to turn the better of the two blankets into a tunic for my knight.
A round cut-out for the neck, plus a strip cut down the front for ease of donning; seams sewn down the sides, with plenty of room for arms; laces threaded through holes in the neckline and rope bound into an eye at one end, knotted and frayed at the other for a belt . . .
I opened my eyes, lantern guttered, stiff and sore, to find Mistral nudging me.
"An hour before dawning . . ."
We crept through the outskirts of the village till we found the road south and once out of sight of the village I cut an ash-plant stave from the roadside, thrust it into my knight"s right hand, put his left on Mistral"s crupper, and determined to put as many miles as I could between us and possible questions or pursuit.
We made about four miles before a growling stomach, the proximity of a nearby stream and the knight"s questions decided me it was time to break our fast. As the thin flames flared beneath the cooking pot and the gruel thickened around my spoon, I answered Sir Gilman"s questions as best I could. His name and station, the ambush, his blow on the head, that was all I really knew. And he knew no more. Even what I told him raised his eyebrows.
"You are sure?"
I rea.s.sured him, but did not remind him of our meeting in the forest the day before, lest he remember a hideous fat girl he had courteously called "pretty."
. . . Indeed, I was careful to avoid any physical contact except by hand or arm, so that he wouldn"t guess at my bulk.
After I had explained twice all that I knew of his circ.u.mstances he was silent for a moment or two, spooning down his gruel which I had sweetened with a little honey.
"So I am a knight. But of what use is my knighthood without sight or memory?
Where can I go? What can I do? How can I manage without my horse, my sword and armor, money? How do I even know which road to take?" He flung the bowl and spoon away and buried his face in his arms. I longed to put my arms about him, to thrill to the feel of his helplessness, but I knew better than to try. Instead I went over to Mistral and talked quietly to her.
"All I know is this," she said slowly in answer to my questions. "I was hired as a packhorse to carry his armor-and heavy it was. This was in a town many miles north of here. In winter it was very cold in that town, and the people"s talk was heavy and thick, not like yours or his. When he set off he said farewell with much of your human embraces and tears with a young woman who seemed reluctant to let him go. Since then we have traveled south by west, and I gather there were many more miles to go. That is all I know."
"Who are you talking to?"
"No one, Sir Knight," I said hurriedly. "I was thinking aloud."
"And what conclusion have you come to?" he said sarcastically. "I for one am tired of walking in this stupid manner and eating food for pigs. I demand you take me to someone in authority and see that I am escorted-taken . . . That I am properly cared for till I regain my memory, and can return to my home.
Wherever that is . . ."
He was being rather tiresome. After his experiences of the last few days, how on earth did he think that anyone would believe his story, even with my word as well? Folk would think we were trying it on. If he could have remembered where he came from, even, it would have been a simple matter of sending a messenger to his home, requesting a.s.sistance, and then waiting a week or so for grateful parents or family to rescue him. As it was, he was lucky to be still alive. Patiently I tried to explain this to him, but he was not in a receptive mood.
"Still," he said magnanimously, "I am grateful for your help, girl. You know my name: what"s yours? And why are you here? Where is your home?"
What a wonderful tale I told! The only really true fact was my name. He learned of loving parents dying of fever, leaving their only child with a huge dowry, traveling south to find her betrothed- "But why did you not wait till he could send for you?" he asked reasonably.
"Ah," I said, thinking rapidly. "The fact is, my parents did not entirely trust his family, although they paid over the dowry. They said, before they died-" I crossed myself for the lie: he could not see me. "-that it were better I arrive unannounced. Then they could not turn me away."
"Sounds chancy to me. Which way do you go?"
"I was just coming to that," thinking again as fast as light. "I am not in any hurry to reach my new home, so I thought we might try and find where you live first. You were traveling south, so why don"t we both go that way and hope you recover your memory on the journey? I have very little money, but we"ll manage-if you don"t expect too many comforts. As for walking-it will do you good, help you recover. What do you say?"
"It seems I have little choice." He still sounded resentful. "But you will promise to speed my return when I regain my memory?" He sounded so sure.
"Of course! But in the meantime . . ." I could see so many problems ahead if we continued as we were. "It would seem strange if we travel together and I address you as a knight and no relation. We may have to share accommodation, so I think it best-until you regain your memory-if we pretended we were brother and sister, traveling south to seek a cure for your blindness. If you didn"t mind I could call you Gill and you can call me Summer. . . . No disrespect intended, of course."
He sighed heavily. "Again I see no help for it. All right-Summer," and he suddenly smiled that heart-catching smile that had me emotionally groveling immediately. "Any more pig food? A drop more honey this time, please. . . ."
That night we were dry and cozy enough in a small copse off the road, with the slices of ham fried with an onion and oatcakes, but in the morning as I prepared gruel again, I had an argument with Growch. This precipitated another confrontation with Sir Gilman-Gill, as I must remember to call him.
It still seemed disrespectful.
Growch:-"Is that all, then?"
Me:-"You"ve had as much as anyone else."
Growch:-"Gruel don"t go far. . . ."
Me:-"We"ve all had the same."
Growch:-""E"s "ad more"n me. . . ."
Me:-"He"s a man. He needs more."
Growch:-"You gave "im some o" yours; I saw you."
Me:-"So what? I wasn"t very hungry."
Growch:-"Favoritism, that"s what it is. Ever since "e joined us you been "anging round "is neck like "e was the Queen o" Sheba, "stead o" a b.l.o.o.d.y henc.u.mbrance. Don"t know what you sees in "im. Can"t see a b.l.o.o.d.y thing; can"t hunt, can"t keep watch, all the time-"
Me:-"Shut up! Otherwise no dinner . . . Go and catch another beetle."
"You"re doing it again," said Sir-said Gill, irritably.
"What?"
"Talking to yourself." I loved the way he spoke, with an imperious lilt to his voice-I must practice the way he p.r.o.nounced things-but I wasn"t too keen on some of the things he said, especially when I had to explain something awkward, like now.
I decided the truth was best. Some of it, anyway; he didn"t look the sort of man to believe in magic rings, unicorns and such.
He wasn"t. "What you"re telling me, Winter-sorry, Summer-is that you possess a ring your father gave you that enables you to understand what the beasts of the field say?"
I nodded, then remembered he couldn"t see. "Yes, more or less. It heightens my perceptions."
"What utter rubbish! There are no such things as magic rings, and as for conversing with animals . . . Does not religion teach that animals are lower creatures, fit only to fetch and carry, guard, or hunt and kill?"
I didn"t think so. What did religion have to do with it anyway? I knew that Jesus had shown his friends where to fish, and had ridden on a donkey into Jerusalem but I didn"t remember him talking about hunting and killing. And hadn"t he somewhere rebuked one of his followers for holding his nose against the stink of a dead dog in the gutter, and said something like: "But pearls cannot equal the whiteness of its teeth?" It showed he noticed things, anyway.
But Gill hadn"t finished. "I"m surprised you should try and deceive me in this way! I had thought you to be an intelligent girl, but now you"re talking like a superst.i.tious village chit!"
He was so persuasive that for a moment I began to doubt the ring, my own powers. Had I made up what Growch and Mistral said to me, a mere delusion bred of my loneliness and anxiety? I glanced down at the ring to make sure it still existed, and found it no longer a thin curl of horn but rather a sparkling bandeau, glittering like limestone after a shower of rain.
"What"s "e on about?" asked Growch. I opened my mouth, but daren"t speak back. The dog c.o.c.ked his head on one side. "Like that, is it? Don"t "eed "im.
"E"ll get used to the idea. You can think-talk, you know, long as you keeps it clear. Easier for us, too. Try it: tell me to do somethin" in your mind," and after I had successfully demonstrated that Growch would turn a circle and Mistral nod her head up and down, I felt much better.
I remembered something my mother had once said: "Don"t expect them (men) to have any imagination, except what they carry between their legs.
Don"t forget, either, that they are always right; even if they swear black"s white, just agree with them. No point in aggravation . . ."
This exchange had only taken a few moments-that was another thing: this communication by mind was much quicker than speech-and I was able to answer Gill almost immediately. "You are quite right, of course; and yet . . ."
"What?"
"Would you not call the commands you teach your dogs, horses and falcons a sort of magic?"
"Certainly not! Their response is limited to their intelligence. And they are our servants, not our friends and equals."
He really could be rather stuffy at times, but I had only to gaze across at him to renew my adulation. Torn and bruised he might be, my beautiful knight, with a three-day growth of beard and blind to boot, but he was all my dreams rolled into one. Nay, more: for what dreams could have prepared me for the reality! And the very best thing of all was that he was so helpless he needed me, fat, plain Summer, to tend him. And he couldn"t see my blemishes; that was perhaps even better. To him I was just a voice, a pair of hands, and I could indulge my adoration unseen. It was just as if Heaven had fallen straight into my lap. All I could further hope was that it would be a long time before he regained his memory. In the meantime he was mine, mine, mine!
By midday we had made eight or ten miles and it started to cloud over. It had been gruel again for lunch, there was nothing else, and I was eager to press forward, especially as Growch"s nose told him of smoke ahead, borne tantalizingly on the freshening breeze. Gill grumbled constantly and the weather worsened, so it was with a real sense of relief that we glimpsed the roofs of a village away on a side road to our right. I had given up hope of catching the caravan ahead of us, and was now resigned to spending the night in a stable. Money wasted, but at least we could stock up on provisions, even if it meant breaking into my dowry money. Needs must, and I thought I could recall at least two coins of our denominations.
We still had a couple of miles to go when it started to rain, hard. Leaning into the wind, my cloak soaked, my feet slipping and sliding in the mud, dragging behind me a reluctant knight and complaining animals, I had to think quite hard about my blessings. But then, in which of the stories I remembered did the heroine have it all her own way? On the other hand, reading and hearing of privations was quite different from enduring them.
Three quarters of an hour later the animals were rubbed down and fed, dry in a warm stable, and my "brother" and I were ensconced in front of a roaring fire, our cloaks steaming on hooks, our mouths full of lamb stew and mulled ale. I wanted nothing more than to nod off with the warmth and the food in my belly, but there were things to be done. Upon enquiry I found a cobbler and leather worker and a barber, and by suppertime Gill was washed, shaved, trimmed, and had mended boots, a leather jerkin and woolen hose, and we had paid for our food and lodging in the stable. That took care of the silver coin in my father"s dowry, which left only the gold one of our coinage. The others were all strange to me, though mainly gold. These I would keep untouched, for unless I could find an honest money changer, as rare as bird"s teeth, they would have to be handed over to my future husband intact. If I chose a sensible man, he would know what to do with them.
And when would I find this husband of mine, I wondered, as I lay quiet on my heap of straw, listening to the gentle snores of Gill and the snorting of Growch, who seemed to hunt fleas even in his sleep. When I had left home my plan had been to join a caravan, travel to the nearest large town, engage the services of a marriage broker and be wed by Christmas. Now I was promised to the service of a man who had lost his memory, had pledged a.s.sistance to a horse who had forgotten where she came from, and was lumbered with a dog n.o.body wanted-and they had preference over my plans, I realized. I was beginning to understand the meaning of the word "responsibility."
The weather had cleared by morning. By diligent enquiry I found that the larger caravans of travelers came past about once a week in either direction during the summer months, but far more rarely during autumn, scarcely ever in winter. The one we were pursuing hadn"t stopped at the village, and I realized now that they had a two-day start and we should probably never catch them up. The nearest town, we were informed, was two days travel south-nearer three for us, I thought-but I wasn"t going to waste money waiting for the next party of travelers or pilgrims. We had been safe from surprise on the road so far, and with Growch and Mistral as lookouts we could probably make it as far as the next town, where three roads met: a better chance to find traveling company.
But first I had to change my gold coin to buy provisions, and I knew it was a mistake as soon as I handed it over at the butcher"s in exchange for bacon and bones for stew. He took the coin from me as though it were fairy gold, liable to disappear at any moment. He held it up to the light, turned it over and over, tested it on tongue and teeth, showed it to the other customers, then called his wife to a whispered conference.
Apparently satisfied it was real, he turned suspicious again and demanded to know where I had got it, implying with his look that no one as tatty-looking as I was could possibly have come by it honestly.
The real story was so preposterous-renegade father, a dowry of strange coins found stuffed up a chimney just before I sent my Mama"s body up in flames and fled-that I realized I should have to make something up, and could have kicked myself for not thinking it out earlier. Embarra.s.sed, unused to lying, I floundered.
"It"s . . . it"s . . ." In my distress I found I was twisting the ring on my finger and all at once, so it seemed, a story came out pat.
"It is a confidential matter," I said glibly, "but I am sure there is no good reason why I should not tell you." I looked around: the place was filling rapidly, and even the local priest had turned up. "My brother is blind, but he heard of the shrine of St. Eleutheria where it seems miracles have occurred, and there was nothing for it but that he must travel there. My father wished him to travel in comfort of course, with a proper escort, but my brother insisted that it must be a proper pilgrimage, every inch on foot, dressed poorly and eating the meanest viands on the way." I smiled at the priest. "You will agree, good Father, that this shows true religious intent?" The priest nodded, and I could see him trying the obscure saint"s name on his tongue: I hoped it was right.
"As the youngest daughter," I continued, marveling at when I was ever going to find the time to confess all my duplicity, "it was decided I should accompany him to find the way. But my father was determined we should not want on the way, whatever my brother said, so he gave me a secret h.o.a.rd of coin to smooth our pa.s.sage. But no one must tell my brother," I said, gazing round at the a.s.sembled company in entreaty. "It would distress him to think we could not manage on the few copper coins he holds. . . ."
The priest gave us his seal of approval. "I shall pray for you both, my child,"
he said solemnly. "Take good care of the change: we are good, honest people here, but farther abroad . . ." and he shook his head.
After a deal of counting and re-counting I pocketed a great deal of coin, more than I had ever handled before, and made sure to give the priest a couple of small coins for prayers. On to the vegetable stall for onions, turnip, winter cabbage; the merchant for more oil, the millers for flour and oats and a small sack to carry everything in, and lastly the bakers for a loaf and two pies for the day"s food. The cheese at the inn was of excellent quality so I bought a half there, then had to shuffle all round to get it packed tidily on Mistral"s back.
Everywhere I went in the village I found my invented tale had preceded me, and folks nudged each other and nodded and smiled as I went past. It seemed everyone came to see us off, just as if we were a royal procession. Quite embarra.s.sing, really, especially as I couldn"t explain to Gill what all the fuss was about.
We made reasonable progress, stopping a little later than usual for our pies and bread and cheese. I had indulged in a couple of flasks of indifferent wine, but it was warming and stimulating, so that when we resumed I endured the discomfort of a blister long after it would have been prudent to stop, so that when it finally burst I found I could hardly walk. Cursing my stupidity I unpacked salve and was just applying it when both Growch and Mistral p.r.i.c.ked up their ears.
"Someone coming," said Growch.
I was ready to pull off the road and hide, but Mistral rea.s.sured me. "Cart, single horse, coming fast so either empty or certainly holding only one man . .
By the time I had put on my shoe again I could hear it too, and after a minute or two a simple two-wheeled cart came into view, carrying a few hides. The driver pulled up beside us.
"Got problems?" he asked.
I recognized him as one of the men from the village. He had been in the butcher"s when I was trying to change the gold coin, and afterwards I had seen him outside the inn just before we set off. He had a cheerful open face, a smile which revealed broken teeth and eyes as round and black as bilberries. I remembered what the priest had said about the villagers being honest, and smiled back.
"Not really," I said. "We"re slowed down a bit because I"ve blistered my heel."
"Well now," he said, "seems as I came by just when needed! Couldn"t ha"
timed it better, now could I? We"ll all get along fine if you an he"-he nodded at the knight-"just hops aboard the back o" the cart and you ties your horse to the tailgate. That way we"ll reach my cousin"s afore nightfall. He"s got a small cottage on the edge of the woods a few miles on, and he"ll welcome company overnight. By tomorrow you"ll be in easy reach of the next town. That suit you?"
It suited me fine. The heavy horse he drove seemed more than capable of taking our extra weight-after all the cart was nearly empty-so I tied Mistral securely to the back and guided Gill to sit so that his long legs dangled free of the road, then pulled myself up beside him.
It was sheer bliss to be riding instead of walking, and the countryside seemed to slip by with satisfying speed. The only complaints came from Growch, and after I saw how fast those little legs of his were working, trying to keep up, I leaned down and hauled him up by the scruff of the neck and sat him beside us.