Page 269 of The Evening and the Morning
Edgar had had the conversation about Ragna’s whereabouts a hundred times. The pregnancy rumor took him no nearer to an answer. It was just an additional torture.
Toward the end of June he realized he needed nails. He could make them in what had once been Cuthbert’s forge, but he had to go to Shiring to buy the iron. Next morning he saddled Buttress and joined up with two trappers heading for the city to sell furs.
At midmorning they stopped at a wayside alehouse known as Stumpy’s on account of the proprietor’s amputated leg. Edgar fed Buttress a handful of grain, then she drank from a pond and cropped the grass around it while Edgar ate bread and cheese, sitting on a bench in the sunshine with the trappers and some local men.
He was about to leave when a troop of men-at-arms rode by. Edgar was startled to see Bishop Wynstan at their head, but happily Wynstan did not notice him.
He was even more surprised to see, riding with them, a small gray-haired woman he recognized as Hildi, the midwife from Shiring.
He stared at the group as they receded in a cloud of dust, heading for Dreng’s Ferry. Why would Wynstan be escorting a midwife? Could it be a coincidence that Ragna was rumored to be pregnant? Perhaps, but Edgar was going to assume the opposite.
If they were taking the midwife to attend on Ragna, they could lead Edgar to her.
He took his leave of the trappers, climbed onto Buttress, and trotted back the way he had come.
He did not want to catch up with Wynstan on the road: that could lead to trouble. But they had to be heading for Dreng’s Ferry. They would either stay the night there or ride on, perhaps to Combe. Either way Edgar could continue to follow them, at a discreet distance, to their destination.
Since Ragna had vanished he had had many surges of exhilarating hope followed by heartbreaking disappointments. He told himself that this could be another one such. But the clues were promising, and he could not help feeling a thrill of optimism that banished, at least for now, his depression.
He saw no one else on the road before he arrived back in Dreng’s Ferry at midday. He knew immediately that Wynstan and the group had not stopped here: it was a small place and he would have seen some of them outside the alehouse, men drinking and horses grazing.
He went into the monks’ house and found Aldred, who said: “Are you back already? Did you forget something?”
“Did you speak to the bishop?” Edgar asked without preamble.
Aldred looked puzzled. “What bishop?”
“Didn’t Wynstan come through here?”
“Not unless he walked on tiptoe.”
Edgar was bewildered. “That’s strange. He passed me on the road, with his entourage. They must have been on their way here—there’s nowhere else.”
Aldred frowned. “The same thing happened to me, back in February,” he said thoughtfully. “I was returning from Shiring, and Wigelm passed me on the road, going in the opposite direction. I thought he must have been here, and I worried about what mischiefhe might have been making. But when I arrived Brother Godleof told me they had not seen any sign of him.”
“Their destination must be somewhere between here and Stumpy’s.”
“But there’s nothing between here and Stumpy’s.”
Edgar snapped his fingers. “Wilwulf had a hunting lodge deep in the forest on the south side of the Shiring road.”
“That burned down. Wigelm built a new lodge in the Vale of Outhen, where the hunting is better.”
“They said it had burned down,” said Edgar. “That might not have been true.”
“It’s what everyone believed.”
“I’m going to check.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Aldred. “But shouldn’t we get Sheriff Den to come with us, and bring some men?”
“I’m not prepared to wait,” Edgar said firmly. “It would take two days to get to Shiring then a day and a half to return to Stumpy’s. I can’t wait four days. Ragna might be moved in that time. If she’s at the old hunting lodge I’m going to see her today.”
“You’re right,” said Aldred. “I’ll saddle a horse.”
He also put on a silver cross on a leather thong. Edgar approved: Wynstan’s men might hesitate to attack a monk wearing a cross. On the other hand, they might not.
A few minutes later the two of them were on the road.
