CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Kivrin grabbed Agnes's hand and started back to the safety of the barn. She must hide until they were gone. "Where are we going?" Agnes asked.

Kivrin darted around two of Sir Bloet's servants carrying a chest. "To the loft."

Agnes stopped cold. "I do not wish to lie down!" she wailed. "I'm not tired!"

"Lady Katherine!" someone called from across the courtyard.

Kivrin scooped Agnes up and started rapidly for the barn. "I am not tired!" Agnes shrieked. "I am not!"

Rosemund ran up beside her. "Lady Katherine! Did you not hear me? Mother wants you. The bishop's envoy is leaving. She took hold of Kivrin's arm and turned her back toward the house.

Eliwys was still standing in the door, watching them now, and the bishop's envoy had come out and was standing beside her in his red cloak. Kivrin couldn't see Imeyne anywhere. She was probably inside, packing Kivrin's clothes.

"The bishop's envoy has urgent business at the priory at Bernecestre," Rosemund said, leading Kivrin to the house, "and Sir Bloet goes with them." She smiled happily at Kivrin. "Sir Bloet says he will accompany them to Courcy that they may lie there tonight and arrive in Bernecestre tomorrow."

Bernecestre. Bicester. At least it wasn't Godstow. But Godstow was along the way. "What business?"

"I know not," Rosemund said, as if it were unimportant, and Kivrin supposed for her it was. Sir Bloet was leaving, and that was all that mattered. Rosemund plunged happily through the melee of servants and baggage and horses toward her mother.

The bishop's envoy was speaking to one of his servants, and Eliwys was watching him, frowning. Neither of them would see her if she turned and walked rapidly back behind the open doors of the stable, but Rosemund still had hold of her sleeve and was pulling her forward.

"Rosemund, I must go back to the barn. I have left my cloak — " she began.

"Mother!" Agnes cried and ran toward Eliwys and nearly into one of the horses. It whinnied and tossed its head, and a servant dived for its bridle.

"Agnes!" Rosemund shouted and let go of Kivrin's sleeve, but it was too late. Eliwys and the bishop's envoy had already seen them and started over to them.

"You must not run among the horses," Eliwys said, catching Agnes against her.

"My hound is dead," Agnes said.

"That is no reason to run," Eliwys said, and Kivrin knew she hadn't even heard her. Eliwys turned back to the bishop's envoy.

"Tell your husband we are grateful for the loan of your horses, that ours may be rested for the journey to Berncestre," he said, and he sounded distracted, too. "I will send them from Courcy with a servant."

"Would you see my hound?" Agnes said, tugging on her mother's skirt.

"Hush," Eliwys said.

"My clerk does not ride with us this afternoon," he said. "I fear he made too merry yestereve and feels now the pains of too much drink. I beg you indulgence, good lady, that he may stay and follow when he is recovered."

"Of course he may stay," Eliwys said. "Is there aught we can do to help him? My husband's mother — "

"Nay. Leave him be. There is naught can help an aching head save sleep. He will be well by evening," he said, looking like he had made too merry himself. He seemed nervous, inattentive, as if he had a splitting head himself, and his aristocratic face was gray in the bright morning light. He shivered and pulled his cloak around him.

He hadn't so much as glanced at Kivrin, and she wondered if he had forgotten his promise to Lady Imeyne in his haste. She looked anxiously toward the gate, hoping Imeyne was still chastising Roche and wouldn't suddenly appear to remind him of it.

"I regret that my husband is not here," Eliwys said, "and that we could not give you better welcome. My husband — "

"I must see to my servants," he interrupted. He held out his hand and Eliwys dropped to one knee and kissed his ring. Before she could rise, he had stridden off towards the stable. Eliwys looked after him worriedly.

"Do you want to see him?" Agnes said.

"Not now," Eliwys said. "Rosemund, you must make your farewells to Sir Bloet and Lady Yvolde."

"He is cold," Agnes said.

Eliwys turned to Kivrin. "Lady Katherine, know you where Lady Imeyne is?"

"She stayed behind in the church," Rosemund said.

"Perhaps she is still at her prayers," Eliwys said. She stood on tiptoe and scanned the crowded courtyard. "Where is Maisry?"

Hiding, Kivrin thought, which is what I should be doing.

"Would you have me seek for her?" Rosemund asked.

"Nay," Eliwys said. "You must bid Sir Bloet farewell. Lady Katherine, go and fetch Lady Imeyne from the church that she may bid the bishop's envoy goodbye. Rosemund, why do you still stand there? You must bid your betrothed farewell."

"I will find Lady Imeyne," Kivrin said, thinking, I'll go out through the passage, and if she's still in the church, I'll duck behind the huts and go into the woods.

She turned to go. Two of Sir Bloet's servants were struggling with a heavy chest. They set it down with a thunk in front of her, and it tipped over onto its side. She backed up and started around them, trying to keep from walking behind the horses.

"Wait!" Rosemund said, catching up with her. She caught hold of her sleeve. "You must come with me to bid Sir Bloet farewell."

"Rosemund — " Kivrin said, looking toward the passage. Any second Lady Imeyne would come through there, clutching her book of hours.

"Please," Rosemund said. She looked pale and frightened.

"Rosemund — "

"It will but take a moment and then you can fetch Grandmother." She pulled Kivrin over to the stable. "Come. Now, while his sister-in-law is with him."

Sir Bloet was standing watching his horse being saddled and talking to the lady with the amazing coif. It was no less enormous this morning, but had obviously been put on hastily. It listed sharply to one side.

"What is this urgent business of the bishop's envoy?" she was saying.

He shook his head, frowning, and then smiled at Rosemund and stepped forward. She stepped back, holding tightly to Kivrin's arm.

His sister-in-law bobbed her wimple at Rosemund and went on, "Has he had news from Bath?"

"There has been no messenger last night or this morning," he said.

"If there has been no message, why spoke he not of this urgent business when first he came?"

"I know not," he said impatiently. "Hold. I must bid my betrothed farewell." He reached for Rosemund's hand, and Kivrin could see the effort it took her not to pull it back.

"Farewell, Sir Bloet," she said stiffly.

"Is that how you would part from your husband?" he asked. "Will you not give him a farewell kiss?"

Rosemund stepped forward and kissed him rapidly on the cheek, then stepped immediately back and out of his reach. "I thank you for your gift of the brooch," she said.

Bloet dropped his gaze from her white face to the neck of her cloak. "'You are here in place of the friend I love,'" he said, fingering it.

Agnes ran up, shouting, "Sir Bloet! Sir Bloet!" and he caught her and swung her up into his arms.

"I have come to bid you goodbye," she said. "My hound died."

"I will bring you a hound for a wedding gift," he said, "if you will give me a kiss."

Agnes flung her arms around his neck and planted a noisy kiss on each red cheek.

"You are not so chary of you kisses as your sister," he said, looking at Rosemund. He set Agnes down. "Or will you give your husband two kisses as well?"

Rosemund didn't say anything.

He stepped forward and fingered the brooch. "'Io suiicien lui dami amo,'" he said. He put his hands on her shoulders. "You must think of me whenever you wear my brooch." He leaned forward and kissed her throat.