Field of Blood

turned; the bailiffs were finishing, the corpses sheeted. They were now taking them up to the tavern and the waiting cart. Athelstan waved farewell and walked down towards the Four Gospels. This time they were not so friendly; they were sitting by the fire eating cheese and sliced vegetables piled on makeshift platters.
    'We lost our rabbit,' First Gospel moaned. 'That bloody dog has the mark of Cain upon it!'
    Athelstan apologised, dug into his purse and handed over a coin. Their mood changed at the sight of the twinkling piece of silver.
    'Thank you very much, Brother. Remember that!' First Gospel lifted a hand, fingers extended. 'When St Michael comes along the Thames, let Brother Athelstan's name be inscribed in the Book of Life. May he be taken by the angels into their camp.'
    'Quite, quite,' the friar broke in. 'But I've come to ask you some more questions.'
    'About the corpses found beneath the great oak tree?' First Gospel asked, his long face solemn. 'Oh yes, we've heard of bloody murder and hideous crime.'
    He was about to launch into another paean of praise about what would happen when St Michael came but Athelstan cut him short.
    'Have you seen anything untoward?'
    'In Black Meadow?' First Gospel asked; he shook his head. 'We keep to ourselves, Brother. The doings of the world and the flesh are not our concern. Sometimes we hear lovers, poachers, men of the night.' He pointed to the open cottage door. 'But, until the angels come, we are well armed. I have a bill hook, a sword, a bow and six arrows.'
    'Did you see anything?' Athelstan insisted. 'Someone brought two corpses into this field, dug a grave and buried them.'
    'We saw nothing, Brother.' One of the women spoke up. 'Eye does not see.' She broke into a chant. 'Nor does the ear hear while the heart is silent to the tribulations of this world.'
    Athelstan decided it was time to take another coin out of his purse.
    'But the river is another matter,' First Gospel declared in a red-gummed smile.
    'In what way?'
    'Oh yes,' the women chorused, eager now to earn another coin.
    Athelstan quietly prayed that the Lord would understand his distribution of coins taken from the corpses earlier that day.
    'What happens on the river?' he asked.
    'Well, we light our fire and maintain our vigil,' First Gospel declared. He leaned closer, eyes staring. 'But we've seen shapes at night, Brother: boats coming in from the river, men cowled and hooded.'
    'You are not just saying that for the silver coin?'
    'Brother, would we lie? Here, I'll show you.'
    He sprang to his feet and led Athelstan out through the gap in the hedge, down over the old crumbling wall which overlooked the mud flats. He pointed to his right towards the Tower.
    'There, you see the gallows?'
    Athelstan glimpsed the high-branched gibbet. He could just make out the bound and tarred figure of a river pirate hanging from the post jutting out over the river.
    'Just there, near the gibbet! Barges come in. We've glimpsed lanterns, figures, shapes moving in the night.'
    'You are sure they are not soldiers, men going to the Tower?'
    'No, Brother, why should they stop there? It's only mud and what are they doing?'
    'How often do they come?' Athelstan asked.
    First Gospel blew his cheeks out. 'About once a month. They don't mean well, Brother. If it wasn't for the glint of a lantern, we'd hardly know they were here.'
    'And where do they go?'
    'I watch them. But this is all I know. They go into the common lands beyond Black Meadow.' He turned, gripping Athelstan by the elbow, his eyes gleaming with expectation. 'At first we thought it might be the angels,' he whispered. 'But, surely,
    Brother, they'll come with fiery lights, banners unfurled and trumpets braying?'
    'I suspect they will. I thank you, sir.' Athelstan followed the First Gospel back to the rest grouped around the fire. 'I want to ask you another question.' He handed the coin over.
    First Gospel took it and smiled triumphantly at his women.
    'A good day's work, sisters! Proceed, Brother: your visit proves that the Lord giveth as well as taketh away'
    'Or rather that Samson the dog does,' Athelstan replied. 'You are correct! Two corpses have been dug up beneath the great oak tree. We know who they are.'
    First Gospel's face flinched. He blinked and licked nervously at a sore on his lip.
    'You probably know,' Athelstan continued, 'the man is Bartholomew Menster, a senior clerk from the muniment rooms in the Tower. The other was a young chambermaid, Margot