Part 69 (1/2)
Ekkehard's three companions were being held back by main force by Sanglant's soldiers as they tried to come to his aid. One wore linen bound around a head wound. Another's arm was in a sling. Their dead comrade lay shrouded under a blanket on the chamber's only bed. Not even Sanglant had dared suggest that the poor boy be given a place in the chapel beside Bayan and the other n.o.ble dead.
”My lord prince.” It was clear by the expression on Captain Fulk's face that he was relieved to see Sanglant.
”Sapientia.” Sanglant crossed the plank floor in a half-dozen strides, grabbed his sister's shoulders, and pulled her off Ekkehard.” Don't let your grief for Bayan drive you to anything rash. G.o.d, and our father, will see that he is punished for his crimes.”
”I'll see him hanged!” she cried, but she collapsed, weeping, into Sanglant's arms, and he beckoned to her attendants, who hastened to her side, pried her off him, and led her away.
Bertha's soldiers moved aside quickly to let them through, but as soon as Sapientia left the chamber, Bertha herself stepped forward.” What do you suppose King Henry intends to do with a son convicted of treason?”
”I stand as surety for my brother Ekkehard. What he did was wrong, but he's young and may be forgiven once for being misled.”
”Brother!” Ekkehard threw himself against Sanglant. He still had a youth's slenderness, no doubt because he was scarcely more than sixteen, but when he wrapped his arms around Sanglant, he held tight enough that Sanglant wheezed before pulling him off.
Bertha smiled. She had the look of her mother, cunning, sharp, and strong, and none of Hugh's fabled beauty.
”You and your legion fought well in the battle,” added Sanglant.” And lost a fair number of my good marchlanders,” she replied tartly.” I promised my elder sister Gerberga I'd bring her a reward for the sacrifice we Austrans and our cousins from Olsatia have made to rid Wendar of the Quman scourge. She lost her husband to a Quman raid last winter. And surely you know that Bulkezu himself is rumored to have killed our mother.”
Even a man as unused to intrigue as Sanglant could see where this was leading.” She wants a royal prince as recompense.”
”He's young,” observed Bertha, looking Ekkehard over with the same cold regard she might reserve for choosing a new horse.” Not to my taste, but I'm sure that Gerberga will feel her loyalty to King Henry has been amply rewarded if she is given his youngest child as her new husband.”
”A rich prize, indeed. Unfortunately, Ekkehard is abbot at St. Perpetua's in Gent.”
Bertha laughed.” And my b.a.s.t.a.r.d brother Hugh is, so they say, a presbyter in Darre, confidant of the Holy Mother. Vows to G.o.d may be conveniently put aside if earthly cares demand it. Your sister Sapientia wants to hang the boy for a traitor because she wants to avenge herself on him for Prince Bayan's death.” A hard woman, she softened for one instant, touching her cheek as though a fly had tickled her.” He was a good man. If you're a wise one, Prince Sanglant, you'll convince your sister otherwise. Wendar will suffer if kin kill kin, as this boy should have known. I think my suggestion would serve us all best.”
”We shall speak of this later. Ekkehard will be sent to Quedlin-hame meanwhile, to the care of our aunt, Mother Scholastica. I'll be leading the army out at dawn, to pursue what remains of the Quman.”
Bertha didn't waste words or energy. She understood the uses of fast action on campaign.” We'll speak of this later,” she agreed. With a final glance at Ekkehard, she left with her men.
”I-I don't want to be hanged,” whispered Ekkehard, still clinging to Sanglant's arm.
”You should have thought of that before you went over to the Quman.”
”But surely you'd not allow them to kill me in such a dishonorable way. I didn't have any choice once Bulkezu had captured me->: ”Spare me your excuses, Ekkehard. You've been a fool, and now you'll suffer the consequences.” He glanced over toward the bed where that shrouded figure lay.” Ai, G.o.d, what was his name, the one I killed?”
”Welf.” Ekkehard had obviously been crying, and he began weeping again.” He threw himself in front of me. He saved my life.”
”I think he wanted to get himself killed,” muttered one of his companions.
”He managed it well enough,” observed Sanglant.” Isn't that the way of war? I've a piece of news for you, Ekkehard. One of your comrades, Thiemo, still lives- ”Thiemo is alive! Where is he?”
”He serves another prince now. I'll let him know you're alive, but he's no longer yours to command. These other three-” They stammered out their names: Benedict, Frithuric, and Manegold.” You may return to the monastery or choose to suffer whatever fate Prince Ekkehard suffers. Which will it be?”
For all their youth, for all their foolishness, for all their crimes against Henry and Wendar, they knelt most graciously and proclaimed their undying loyalty to Ekkehard. They would walk with him wherever it led, even unto death.
”So be it.” Sanglant was glad to see that they had that much honor. He left them to stew, and to worry, and returned to the chamber allotted to him.
The bells rang for Vigils.
Blessing, Anna, and Zacharias slept, while Matto and Chustaffus stood guard and Thiemo played dice with Sibold, waiting up for their prince. The chamber was s.p.a.cious enough to boast two tables and three beds. Wolfhere had pulled his camp chair over to the cold hearth. There he sat, staring into the ashes as though the dead fire still spoke to him.
He glanced up as Sanglant crossed to stand beside him. A few charred sticks lay in a heap to one side where they'd tumbled as they'd burned.
”You seem troubled,” said Sanglant quietly.
When Wolfhere made no answer, he sank down beside him. Grief at Bayan's loss cut hard as Sanglant watched the old Eagle reach out with the poker to disturb the charred sticks, mixing them into the heap of ashes. Dust rose from the hearth, and settled again. Bayan had managed to juggle four wives and not get himself killed; he'd even put one aside when the marriage to Sapientia had been offered to him, and he'd not been poisoned or bespelled with impotence by his cast-off wife. Surely he had the cunning to deal with Wolfhere. Impossible to think of Bayan's corpse decaying and his soul fled.
Thoughts of death choked him.” What is wrong? Have you been using your Eagle's sight? Surely my father isn't-?”
”Worse.” Wolfhere's voice actually trembled.” Anne remains skopos. Henry returned to the palace safely after his campaign in the southern provinces. But then, unless my sight betrays me, what came next-” He could not go on for a moment, and when he did finally speak, his voice was a hoa.r.s.e whisper.” This much have I deduced from what I can see, although truly Anne's sorceries have clouded the truth.”
”For G.o.d's sake, go on!”
”I never thought Anne would stoop so low.”
”Did you not? I never had any doubt.”
Wolfhere's sharp glance only made Sanglant smile bitterly.” So be it. You're wiser than I, my lord prince, but I have known her far longer than you have. My whole life in her service-” He could not go on.
”And my father, whom you swore to serve? I pray you, Eagle, tell me about my father!”
Wolfhere shuddered.” Possessed by a daimone. Puppet of Anne and Hugh. What role Queen Adelheid plays in all this I cannot tell. Ai, G.o.d! That such a thing should come to pa.s.s! He has even declared that he means to anoint the infant, Mathilda, as his heir.”
Anne and Hugh. Whatever else Wolfhere said faded as a rush of anger roared like wind, blinding him.” He should never have trusted them. Yet who is worse, the man who trusts the untrustworthy, or the one who turned his back when he knew what dangers lay in wait for the unwary?”
Wolfhere rested head in hands, looking ten years older at that moment, utterly weary.” What can we do? It is hopeless if they have already gained so much.”
”Nay, do not say so,” said Sanglant as he stared at the hearth. A single spark glinted among white coals.” We are not done yet.”
They rode out at dawn. Considering the disrepair of the walls, Sanglant found it amazing that the Quman hadn't broken through in any of a half-dozen gaps. Perhaps they hadn't managed it only because they hadn't had time. According to Lady Sophie, Bulkezu and his army had arrived a mere three days before Sanglant.
He surveyed the army riding at his back: n.o.ble lords and ladies and their eager retinues, the Ungrians bearing the body of Prince Bayan in a barrel of wine, leading them in death as well as life, and Sapientia, subdued and silent. His daughter was laughing at something Lord Thiemo had said. Although the poor boy had wept when told that Prince Ekkehard lived, he had seemed relieved to be told that he could not return to him. Fulk rode at the head of Sanglant's personal escort, the captain's keen gaze missing nothing as they headed down the road leading east.
A rash course, that he meant to take now, but the only one left to him. All along, ever since he had turned his back on his father at Angenheim, he had known this was what he would have to do. He had just never suspected that the stakes would be quite so high.
Drastic measures for drastic times.
He kept Lord Wichman beside him, not trusting him anywhere else.” Your mother?” he asked politely.
Wichman laughed coa.r.s.ely.” The old b.i.t.c.h. She's stubborn enough to live on for months. I pray she does, if only to torture my sisters. Do you mean to disinherit them?”
”I am not regnant, nor have I been named regent, to pa.s.s such a judgment. I believe a messenger has been sent to my sister Theo-phanu at Quedlinhame. Sapientia must also be consulted.”
”So you say, Cousin, but she's nothing without Bayan.” Wichman's thoughtful look gave an unfamiliar cast to his usually arrogant and l.u.s.tful features, as though another man peered out, seeking to be heard.” He was a right p.r.i.c.k, but Lord knows we all respected him.” He hiked up his chain mail to scratch his crotch.” Did the woman please you? I had to content myself with a couple of warty wh.o.r.es down in the town. Maybe I ought to think of get K'ATE ELLIOTT ting married. I could use a good setup like Druthmar, there, with Villain's daughter. Lady Brigida is still looking for a husband, so they say.”
”I understand that Lady Bertha, Judith's daughter, remains unmarried.”
This sent Wichman into howls of laughter, picked up by his cronies once they had heard the joke, and the conversation quickly grew so crude that even Sanglant could not stand to hear more of it. He rode ahead with Fulk and Wolfhere beside him, falling in with the solemn n.o.bles who attended Princess Sapientia at the van.
South of the city they came to the battlefield, swarming now with looters, ravens, crows, scavengers, and the ever-present vultures circling overhead, waiting their chance. Most of the Wendish n.o.bles had been hauled off the field last night, and now the common soldiers were being carted off to ma.s.s graves. The Ungrian priests had their own rites, which he purposefully ignored. The Quman, of course, would be burned. Feathers torn off broken wings rose like chaff on the dawn breeze. A woman wept over the body of a loved one. A cart rumbled past, piled high with corpses.