The Devil's Domain

were. Vamier, Gresnay, Routier, Maneil and Serriem. They were captains, lieutenants and masters of the two great French cogs of war: the St Sulpice and the St Denis. Our wine fleet from Bordeaux had sailed up into the Channel. Now, it is customary for the ships to disembark some of their cargo at Calais and make a dash across the Straits into Dover . The St Sulpice and St Denis were waiting for them.’
    ’And what happened?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’I was in Dover at the time,’ the young knight continued. ’Commanding a large force of knights, hobelars, men-at-arms and archers. We had four craft at our disposal led by a cog of war, The Great Edward. The Constable of Dover Castle received information that the St Sulpice and St Denis would be waiting for our ships so we took to sea. It was a long and bloody fight: the St Denis was sunk, the St Sulpice captured.’
    Athelstan picked up his writing-bag, tying the cord at the top. ’That’s almost miraculous,’ he observed. ’From where did the Constable of Dover Castle get his orders?’
    ’By courier from London. The message was general. It simply said that our wine fleet would be leaving Calais and French privateers were busy in the Channel.’
    A remarkable coincidence.’ Sir John, wheezing and puffing, got to his feet.
    ’What are you implying?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’Something I’ve suspected.’ Sir Maurice spoke up. ’The St Sulpice and St Denis came out of a French port. They had to be prepared and provisioned for sea.’ He shrugged. ’It was common gossip that the Regent had a spy in the French camp who sent him news about this.’
    ’And now the French captains themselves suspect this?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’Possibly.’
    Sir Walter rubbed his hands together, pleased that suspicion had been diverted from him.
    ’It could well cause animosity amongst the prisoners,’ he declared, bright-eyed, ’if they thought someone was the traitor, perhaps Serriem?’
    Sir John clapped him on the shoulder. ’And you, Sir Walter?’
    ’I know what you are thinking.’ The knight gaoler shrugged Sir John’s hand off. ’Don’t worry, Sir John, I thought the same as soon as I knew Serriem was dead. Here’s old Limbright, a man who hates the French, who killed his wife, sons and drove his daughter witless. What a marvellous opportunity for revenge!’ He drummed his fingers against his dagger. ’But I didn’t want them dead, Sir John. I just wanted them prisoners. I wanted them to experience the hurt that I felt. To pine for their families as I did. To walk round and round a room and feel the grief of separation.’ He faced the coroner squarely. Athelstan noticed the spots of anger high in his cheeks. ’And if I wanted to kill them, Sir John, I’d do it honourably. I may be the knight of the dirty jerkin, ageing and bitter, but it would be sword against sword, or lance against lance, not poison in the dead of night.’
    ’Well said! Well said!’ Athelstan commented.
    ’And the corpse?’
    ’It will be interred in some churchyard!’ Sir Walter snapped. ’If the French want it home they’ll have to pay for it!’
    ’I’d best be leaving,’ the physician interrupted.
    Aspinall bid farewell, and quietly left.
    Sir Walter waited until the footfalls faded.
    ’Now there goes a man,’ he muttered sarcastically, ’who believes that blunt, honest speech covers a multitude of sins.’
    ’What do you mean?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’Our good physician is what he claims to be but he likes visiting Hawkmere Manor.’
    ’Stop talking in bloody riddles!’ Sir John snapped.
    ’Aspinall is a bachelor; he’s taken a liking to young Gresnay.’
    ’You mean he’s a lover of men?’
    ’I didn’t say that. Sir John. Serriem did. Aspinall is recently arrived in London . I know little of him. Anyway, Gresnay had a fall downstairs. Aspinall came to examine him. Nothing more than bruised ribs. Serriem cracked a joke about our physician being as tender as a woman. Gresnay and the physician became rather flustered, very embarrassed. A fight might have ensued but Vamier intervened.’
    ’Is there anything else we should know?’ Sir John asked.
    ’Very little! The French seem a close-knit group of sailors and soldiers who’ve fought against the Goddamns since their youth. They give little away.’
    ’And how long will they remain here?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’They are all from fairly wealthy families. But the ransom is steep, ten pounds in gold