The wench had brought them all here, to a small shed set into the wall. It had a hearth at the wall itself, and a hole above to let the smoke out. Someone had used it for storage, and the floor was littered with pieces of wood and twigs. For the men, it was fine. Edgar began to clear the space nearest the fire, while Hugh set himself to fetching all their belongings, and soon they had their packs and blankets arranged neatly, with a fire roaring, and its cheery light illuminating the room.
‘That is better,’ Baldwin said. He looked about the chamber. ‘Where is Sir Richard?’
Edgar cleared his throat. ‘I think the maid felt he needed more comfort, Sir Baldwin.’
Baldwin gave him a look of baffled horror. ‘She took him?’
‘What I do not understand,’ Simon said, ‘is how he gets away with it. A man half his age, and more handsome, more polite and courteous, would not have half the luck of Sir Richard. Still, for my part, I don’t care. For once I can sleep without the noise of his snoring to disturb me, and that is a wonderful prospect.’
From outside, in the hall, there came a loud cheer, then singing and some shouting. A celebration, it seemed, was underway.
A short while later, Sir Ralph entered their room, gazing about him with the look of a man who was grateful for any comforts which the world could offer.
‘Sir Ralph, you are very welcome,’ Baldwin said. Aside to Simon, he added, ‘I trust you do not mind that I invited another to share our good fortune? This is Sir Ralph of Evesham, Simon. Sir Ralph, my old friend Simon Puttock.’
‘Of course,’ Simon said, offering his hand. ‘You were with Baldwin when Sir Edward of Caernarfon was captured.’
‘That is so,’ Sir Ralph said a little stiffly.
‘My apologies,’ Simon said hurriedly. ‘It was not my intention to upset you with unfortunate memories.’
‘No, you do not upset me, but you will understand that those days were not my happiest,’ Sir Ralph said.
‘Of course. Please, be seated,’ Simon said, and plied him with wine.
‘You must be very competent looters to have gathered together so vast a store of provisions already,’ Sir Ralph said, eyeing their food.
‘One of our party is,’ Baldwin laughed. ‘Do you know Sir Richard de Welles?’
‘Ah, so he is with you? That would explain much,’ Sir Ralph chuckled.
Simon refilled Sir Ralph’s mazer with wine. The man had already drained the first in a single gulp. ‘I am most grateful,’ Sir Ralph said, and gave a dry cough. ‘My throat feels as if it’s been scoured with rough stone. The dust on that journey was unbelievable.’
Simon nodded. His eyes felt the same. ‘And soon we shall have to endure the long ride homewards, eh, Baldwin?’
Baldwin looked at Sir Ralph. ‘What do you think, Sir Ralph?’
The knight shrugged and pulled a face. ‘I think we shall not be here for very much longer. If all I have heard is right, soon we shall be ordered to muster for the march north with all our men and equipment.’
Baldwin nodded. ‘This unhappy realm.’
Simon felt his pleasure at finding such a good billet fade away. ‘You think they’ll want us to join them?’ he said to Baldwin.
‘This is to be a long, hard war against the Scottish,’ Baldwin guessed. ‘The new King will wish to impose his will on the Bruce. Bruce is a cunning old devil, but there are tales that he is dying. He wishes to leave a firm inheritance for his family, I estimate. That is why he has begun to ravage the north again. It is a ploy of his, to destabilise the young King’s realm so that Bruce can rule in peace in Scotland. But King Edward III is not made of the same fibres as his father. You remember how his grandfather, Edward I, was named the “Hammer of the Scots”? I have heard it said before that often one strong man will beget a feeble son, but that sometimes in the third generation the early strength and determination will reappear, and often with renewed vigour. Perhaps it will be so with our new King. He appears a determined and competent young man, from all I have seen.’
‘He’ll want the strongest army he can gather,’ Sir Ralph said, adding quietly, ‘if only to ensure that Sir Roger Mortimer is held in check.’
Baldwin gave a dry smile. ‘I personally would not wish to trust him without an army at my back.’
‘Well, at least we can return home first,’ Simon said. ‘I don’t want to be up here any longer than necessary.’
‘Quite so,’ Baldwin agreed.
‘Yes,’ Sir Ralph said. ‘As soon as we are confident that Sir Edward of Caernarfon is safe here, then we may leave.’
Simon saw Sir Ralph and his friend exchange a look at that, and his heart sank. No matter what they said to his face, it could be some little while before they would be able to leave.
