Brother Cadfael 06: A Virgin In The Ice

heel, he bestrode the enemy's entry, balancing his weight, sword poised to pierce or slash the first flesh that offered.
    Yves dropped his aching arm, and let the steel helmet roll away from between his feet, but then, with a better thought, scrambled after it and clapped it on his head. Why refuse any degree of protection that offered? He even remembered to stoop well below the parapet as he flexed his cramped hand, took a fresh grip on the hilt of the sword, and plunged across the roof to embrace Olivier, and plant his own feet on the rungs of the ladder that held them secure, to add his weight to the barrier. There were already splits visible in the wood of the trap, and splinters flew both above and below, but there was nowhere yet that a blade could be thrust through.
    "Nor will be," said Olivier in confident reassurance. "You hear that?" It was the roaring voice of Alain le Gaucher himself, echoing hollowly up the dark spaces of the towers. "He's calling off his hounds, they're needed more desperately below."
    The axe struck once more, a mighty blow that clove clean through an already splintered board, and sent a long triangle of shining blade into view beneath the ladder. But that was the last. The striker had trouble freeing his blade again, and cursed over it, but made no further assault. They heard a great scurrying down the stairs, and then all was quiet within the tower. Beneath, in the bailey, the whole enclosure was filled with the babel and struggle and clamour of arms, but up here under the starry calm of the sky the two of them stood and looked at each other in the sudden languor of relief, no longer threatened.
    "Not that he would not make the same foul use of you," said Olivier, sheathing his sword, "if he could but get his hands on you. But if he spends time on hewing you out of your lair, he will already have lost what your throat might save. He'll seek to fight off this attack before he troubles you again."
    "He will not do it!" said Yves, glowing. "Listen! They are well within. They'll never give back now, they have him in a noose." He peered out from behind a merlon over the confused fighting below. All the space of the bailey seethed and swayed with struggling men, a churning, tumultuous darkness like a stormy night sea, but lit by fiery glimpses where the torches still burned. "They've fired the gatehouse. They're leading out all the horses and cattle - and fetching down all the archers from the walls ... Should we not go down and help them?"
    "No," said Olivier firmly. "Not unless we must, not until we must. If you fell into the wrong hands now, all this would be thrown away, all to do again. The best you can do for your friends is to stay out of reach, and deny this rogue baron the one weapon that could save him."
    It was good sense, though none too welcome to an excited boy longing for prodigies to perform. But if Olivier ordered it, Yves accepted it.
    "You may be a hero some other day," said Olivier dryly, "where there's less at stake and you can put only your own neck in peril. Your part now is to wait in patience, even if it cost you more. And since we have time now, and may be mortally short of it before long, listen to me carefully. When we are loosed from here, and all over, I shall leave you. Go back to join your sister at Bromfield, let your friends have the satisfaction of uniting you in safety. I have no doubt they would send you with a good escort to your uncle in Gloucester, as they promised, but I have a fancy to finish my work and deliver you myself, as I was sent out to do. This mission is mine, and I'll complete it."
    "But how will you manage?" Yves wondered anxiously.
    "With your help - and certain other help which I know where to find. Give me two days, and I will have horses and supplies ready for us. If all goes well, two nights from this night that's wearing away under us, I will come to Bromfield for you. Tell your sister so. After Compline, when the brothers will be bound for their beds, and you will be thought to be in yours. Ask no more questions, but tell her I shall come. And should I be forced to have speech here with the sheriff's men, or should you be asked about me after I vanish - tell me, Yves, who was it made his way in here to find you?"
    Yves understood. He said at once: "It was Robert, the forester's son who brought Ermina to Bromfield, and happened on this place while he was searching for me." He added dubiously: "But they'll wonder at such a deed in