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Molly said: “What?” Clearly she had not been told about her husband’s proposal to Ragna.
Edgar said recklessly: “But Ragna rejected you, didn’t she?” He knew it was foolish to provoke Wigelm, but he was too enraged to stop. “That’s why you kidnapped her.”
“That’s enough.”
“Is that the only way you can get a woman, Wigelm? By kidnapping her?”
Elfgar sniggered.
Wigelm took a step forward and punched Edgar’s face. Wigelm was a strong man whose only skill was fighting, and the blow hurt. Edgar felt as if the whole left side of his face was on fire.
While Edgar was dazed, Fulcric swiftly stepped behind him and grabbed him in an expert hold, then Wigelm punched him in the stomach. Edgar had the panicky feeling that he could not breathe.Wigelm kicked him in the balls. Edgar caught his breath and roared in agony. Wigelm punched his face again.
Then he saw Wigelm take the club from Elfgar.
Terror possessed Edgar. He feared he would be beaten to death, and then there would be no one to protect Ragna. He saw the club come swinging toward his face. He turned his head and the heavy wood struck his temple, sending a lightning bolt of pain around his skull.
Next it smashed into his chest, and he felt as if his ribs had broken. He slumped, half unconscious, held up only by Fulcric’s grip.
Through the ringing in his ears he heard the voice of Gytha say: “That’s enough. You don’t want to kill him.”
Then Wigelm said: “Throw him in the pond.”
He was picked up by his wrists and ankles and carried across the compound. A minute later he felt himself flying through the air. He hit the water and sank. He was tempted to lie there and drown, to end his pain.
He rolled over and put his hands and knees on the sludgy bottom of the pond, then managed to raise his head above the surface and breathe.
Slowly, in agony, he crawled like a baby until he reached the edge.
He heard a woman’s voice say: “You poor thing.”
It was Gilda the kitchen maid, he realized.
He tried to get to his feet. Gilda gripped his arm and helped him up. Mumbling through smashed lips, Edgar said: “Thank you.”
“God curse Wigelm,” she said. She got under his armpit and slung his arm across her shoulders. “Where are you going?”
“Den’s.”
“Come on, then,” said Gilda. “I’ll help you there.”
CHAPTER 34
October 1002
ldred was pleased with the way his library was growing. He favored books in English rather than Latin, so that they could be used by all literate people, not just educated clergy. He had the Gospels, the Psalms, and some service books, all of which could be consulted by ordinary country priests who had few or no books of their own. His little scriptorium produced low-cost copies for sale. He also had some commentaries and secular poetry.
The priory was prospering, collecting more and more rents from the town and now, at last, getting gifts of land from noblemen. There were new novice monks in the monastery and resident pupils in the school. On a mild October afternoon the young students were chanting psalms in the churchyard.
All was well, except that Ragna had vanished, along with her children and servants. Edgar had spent two months going from town to town and village to village, but he had found no trace of her. He had even visited the new hunting lodge Wigelm was building near Outhenham. No one had seen Ragna pass by. Edgar was distraught but helpless, and Aldred pitied him.
Meanwhile, Wigelm was collecting all the rents from the Vale of Outhen.
Aldred had asked Sheriff Den how come the king did nothing about it. “Look at it from King Ethelred’s point of view,” Den had said. “He sees Ragna’s marriage as illegitimate. He declined to ratify it, but Wilwulf went ahead anyway. The royal court fined Wilf for disobedience, and he refused to pay the fine. Ethelred’s authority has been challenged and, what’s worse, his pride has been hurt. He’s not going to carry on as if this were a perfectly normal marriage.”
Aldred said indignantly: “So he’s punishing Ragna for Wilwulf’s sins!”
“What else can he do?”
