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Mel Starr - Rest Not in Peace

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Mel Starr

Rest Not in Peace

CHAPTER 1

Unwelcome guests may be a tribulation, and when they depart tis usually considered a blessed occasion. But not so if the visitor is a knight, and he departs to make his new home in St Beornwalds churchyard.

Sir Henry Burley was a small man, with a face that sloped back in all directions from a prominent nose, like a badgers. I should probably not be commenting upon the size of another mans nose. If ability to detect a scent was dependent upon the size of ones nose I could likely track a stag as well as Lord Gilberts hounds.

Evidently in battle at Poitiers more than a decade past, Sir Henry had done some service for my employer, Lord Gilbert Talbot. What this service was I did not learn til later. Lord Gilbert said only that it would cost him little to repay the knights valor. From this brief explanation I judged that Sir Henry had distinguished himself in battle, to Lord Gilberts advantage. How this could be was a mystery to me, for Lord Gilbert is nearly as tall as me, and is squarely built, while Sir Henry is was small and slender and, I judge, weighed little more than eight stone.

But after nearly a month entertaining Sir Henry, his wife and daughter, two knights and two squires in Sir Henrys service, and several valets and grooms, Lord Gilbert was clearly ready for them to depart. Sir Henry was a demanding sort of man who seemed to delight in finding fault with Bampton Castle and its inhabitants; the garderobe was not perfumed to his liking, and Lord Gilberts grooms and valets did not show him proper deference.

Three days before St Johns Day, in the year of our Lord 1368, Sir Henry went to his bed hale and healthy after enjoying a long evening of music, conversation, and dancing in Bampton Castles hall. The next morn his valet found him cold and dead. Death is but the path to God, but most men would prefer to travel that way in some distant future day.

Shortly after Sir Henrys valet made this disagreeable discovery I was breaking my fast when a loud and insistent thumping upon my door drew me from my morning reverie. Kate was feeding bits of a wheaten loaf to Bessie and continued her occupation, an early summons not being unusual in Galen House. I am often sought at such an hour, either because of my profession, surgeon, or due to my service as bailiff to Lord Gilbert Talbots manor of Bampton. My summons this day was because of my training as surgeon, but soon called for a bailiffs work as well.

John, Lord Gilberts chamberlain, stood before me when I opened the door. I knew immediately some great matter had brought him to Galen House. A groom or valet would have been sent for some routine business.

Come quickly, Master Hugh. Sir Henry is dead.

Why the presence of a surgeon was required quickly, when the patient was dead, did not seem to have occurred to John, but I did as he bid. I had yet a part of a wheaten loaf in my hand. This I left upon our table before Kate, then explained my hasty departure, the reason for which my wife had not heard. Bessie has discovered language, and makes incessant use of the knowledge, often at great volume if she believes her words are not awarded sufficient importance. So Kate did not know who was at our door or what the reason until I told her.

Two days earlier a page had called at Galen House. Lord Gilberts guest, he said, was unable to sleep. Lord Gilbert wished me to send herbs which might calm a troubled mind and bring rest. I sent a pouch of pounded lettuce seeds, with instruction to measure a thimbleful unto a cup of wine an hour before Sir Henry went to his bed.

Usually when I am called to some place where my skill as a surgeon is required I take with me a sack of instruments and herbs, so as to be prepared for whatever wound or injury I may find. I took no implements this day. Of what use would they be to a dead man?

I questioned John regarding the matter as we hurried down Church View Street to Mill Street, crossed Shill Brook, and approached the castle gatehouse. As we spoke I heard the passing bell ring from the tower of the Church of St Beornwald.

Lord Gilbert wishes your opinion as to what has caused this death, John said. The man was in good health yesterday. Complained of no illness. Lord Gilbert, I think, fears poison or some such thing which might cast blame on him and his household.

John did not say, but I suspect Lord Gilbert worried that the lettuce seed I provided to aid Sir Henrys sleep might have contributed to his death.

Is there reason to suspect evil in this? I asked.

None but that the man was robust one day and a corpse the next.

Men may die of a sudden. Tis known to occur.

Aye, when they are aged.

But Sir Henry was not. I dined with him a week past, when Lord Gilbert invited me to his table. How old was the man?

Forty-six, his wife said.

Faces of those who greeted me in the Bampton Castle hall were somber, lips drawn tight and thin. Lord Gilbert and Lady Petronilla sat in earnest conversation with an attractive woman whom I recognized as Lady Margery, Sir Henrys wife. Lord Gilbert stood when he saw John usher me into the hall, spoke briefly to the widow, then approached. Over Lord Gilberts shoulder I saw Lady Margery rise from her chair, her face twisted into a venomous glare. She began to follow Lord Gilbert, but Lady Petronilla laid a hand upon her arm and spoke, and the woman resumed her place. The hate in her eyes remained.

I give you good day, I said to my employer.

Much thanks, Hugh, but the day is ill. John has told you?

Aye. Your guest was found dead this morning.

He was. And no sign of what caused the death which is why I sent for you. A surgeon or physician might more readily see what indisposition has caused this.

You have seen the corpse?

Aye.

And you saw nothing out of sorts?

Not a thing. All was as a man should be when asleep, but for his eyes. They were open. The body is unmarked. Sir Henry was not a young man, but he was in good health yesterday.

John Chamberlain said you feared poison?

Lord Gilbert shrugged, then whispered, Twas but the thought of a moment. We are all baffled. I would not have Lady Margery hear of poison.

John, Lord Gilbert continued, take Master Hugh to Sir Johns chamber. Then, to me he said, Tis an odious business, I know, to ask of you, but I wish to know if Sir Henrys death is Gods work or mans.

You suspect mans work?

Nay. I do not know what to think. So I have called for you. Is it possible that the sleeping draught you sent did this?

Nay. The seeds of lettuce are but a mild soporific. A man would need to swallow a bucket of the stuff to do himself harm.

Lord Gilbert turned back to Lady Margery and left me to John, who nodded and led me to the stairs which would take us to the guest chambers beyond Lord Gilberts solar.

Past the solar the passageway grew dark, but at its end I saw two figures. I recognized one. Arthur, one of Lord Gilberts grooms, stood at the closed door of a chamber, and another man, wearing Sir Henrys livery and badge, stood with him.

The two men stood aside as I approached, having been notified, no doubt, that I was to inspect the corpse and give reason for the death. I opened the heavy door and entered the chamber, but none followed. Death is not pleasant to look upon, and the three men who stood outside the door were content to allow me to do my work alone.

Sir Henry lay as he had been found, upon his back, sightless eyes staring at the vaulted ceiling and boss of his chamber. Would a man die in his sleep with his eyes open? Perhaps some pain seized him in the night and awakened him before death came.

A cresset was burning upon a stand, where it had been all night should Sir Henry have wished to rise and visit the garderobe. I lifted it and held it close to the dead mans face. Two windows gave light to the room, but they were narrow, and one faced north, the other west, so that the morning sun did not illuminate the chamber.

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