Field of Blood

Mortimer being hanged, drawn and quartered at Tyburn some fifty years earlier.
    'Why are you so hostile against the marriage?' Benedicta asked.
    'Widow woman, I am not, I simply tell the truth!'
    Aye, Athelstan thought, and you love the pain it causes. He saw the pleading look in Basil's eyes while Joscelyn just sat shaking his head.
    'I will visit Veronica.' Athelstan tried to sound hopeful. 'I will make careful scrutiny of all this and perhaps seek advice from the Bishop's office. Now, there's another matter.'
    Bladdersniff raised his head. His cheeks were pale but his nose glowed like a firebrand.
    'The corpses?' he asked.
    'I'll be swift and to the point,' Athelstan said. 'Three people were murdered in the old miser's house beyond the brook. God's justice will be done but, unfortunately for us, so will the King's. One of the victims was a royal messenger.' He paused at the outcry. 'You know the law,' Athelstan continued. 'Unless this parish can produce the murderer, everyone here will pay a fine on half their moveables. The King's justices,' he stilled the growing clamour with his hand, 'are sitting at the Guildhall. I have no doubt a proclamation will be issued. The fine would be very heavy.'
    Athelstan felt sorry for the stricken look on their faces.
    'It could be hundreds of pounds!' All dissension, all rivalry disappeared at this common threat.
    'You know what I am talking about. The justices will rule that the royal messenger was killed by the Great Community of the Realm. By those who secretly plot rebellion and treason against our King.'
    'It's not against the King!' Pike protested. 'But against his councillors!'
    'Now is not the time for politicking,' Athelstan warned him, 'but for cool heads. We will not take the blame for these terrible deaths so keep your eyes and ears open. Sir John Cranston is our friend, he will help and we'll put our trust in God.'
    Athelstan rose as a sign that the meeting was ended. He was angry at Pike's outburst but determined to use it.
    'The day has begun,' he added softly, 'and I have kept you long enough. Thank you. Pike, I want a word with you.'
    Athelstan walked up the nave and under the rood screen, Pike came behind shuffling his feet. He knew his outburst had angered his parish priest and he was fearful of the short and pithy sermon he might receive. Athelstan knelt on the altar steps. 'Kneel beside me, Pike.'
    The ditcher did and stared fearfully up at the silver pyx hanging above the altar.
    'Pike,' Athelstan began. 'We are in the presence of Christ and His angels.'
    'Yes, Brother.'
    'I know you are a member of the Great Community of the Realm but, if you ever make an outburst like that again, I'll box your ears, small as I am!' Athelstan glanced wearily at the ditcher. 'Don't you realise,' he whispered, 'if one of John of Gaunt's spies heard that, they could have you arrested.'
    'I, I didn't mean
    'You implied you knew the rebels, that's good enough.'
    'I'm sorry, Brother.'
    'Don't be sorry. Just keep your mouth shut and the same goes for Imelda. Young Eleanor is very angry. She spent last night crying.'
    'Father, she…'
    'Never mind,' Athelstan cut him off. 'I want you to do something for me, Pike, and I don't want any objections. You are a member of the Great Community of the Realm.' He held up his finger just beneath Pike's nose. 'Don't lie to me. For all I know you may even be a member of its secret council. I want you to do one favour. Ask your fellow councillors: do they know anything, and I mean anything, about the death of that royal messenger?'
    'Brother, I really can't.' Pike's voice faltered at the look in Athelstan's eyes. 'I'll do what I can, but I'm not the only one.'
    'I'll wager you are not. I wouldn't be surprised if Ursula's sow also attends the meetings though she's too busy in my cabbage patch to do me that favour. Now, cross yourself and go!'
    Pike did so and Athelstan closed his eyes.
    'I'm sorry, Lord,' he prayed. 'I really am but, one of these days, Pike is going to get his neck stretched.'
    He heard the door crash open behind him.
    'Good morning, Sir John.'
    'How did you know it was me, Brother?'
    'Only one person opens that door as if he were the Angel Gabriel.'
    'Oh, don't talk about angels. It brings back memories of those madcaps in Black Meadow.' Sir John knelt beside Athelstan and made a quick sign of the cross.
    'And what brings you here?' Athelstan got to his feet and genuflected.
    Sir John followed him into the small