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Alys Clare - The Rose of the World

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The new novel in the ever-popular Hawkenlye series - Autumn, 1210. A year ago, King John was excommunicated and now his men have come to Hawkenlye Abbey to take it over. Abbess Caliste, Helewises successor, worries how she is to feed the nuns under her care, let alone conduct her usual good works. Meanwhile, Helewise has moved into Hawkenlye Manor with Josse, and their lives are full of family and warmth. But after a visit to St Edmunds Chapel, Helewises eleven-year-old granddaughter, Rosamund, goes missing and soon all that they hold dear is threatened . . .

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Recent Titles by Alys Clare The Hawkenlye Series FORTUNE LIKE THE MOON - photo 1
Recent Titles by Alys Clare
The Hawkenlye Series
FORTUNE LIKE THE MOON
ASHES OF THE ELEMENTS
THE TAVERN IN THE MORNING
THE ENCHANTERS FOREST
THE PATHS OF THE AIR *
THE JOYS OF MY LIFE *
THE ROSE OF THE WORLD *
The Aelf Fen Series
OUT OF THE DAWN LIGHT *
MIST OVER THE WATER *
MUSIC OF THE DISTANT STARS *
* available from Severn House
THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
A Hawkenlye Mystery
Alys Clare
The Rose of the World - image 2
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First world edition published 2011
in Great Britain and the USA by
SEVERN HOUSE PUBLISHERS LTD of
915 High Street, Sutton, Surrey, England, SM1 1DF.
Copyright 2011 by Alys Clare.
All rights reserved.
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data
Clare, Alys.
The rose of the world. (A Hawkenlye mystery)
1. DAcquin, Josse (Fictitious character)Fiction.
2. Helewise, Abbess (Fictitious character)Fiction.
3. EnglandSocial life and customs1066-1485Fiction.
4. Detective and mystery stories.
I. Title II. Series
823.92-dc22
ISBN-13: 978-1-78010-061-6 (ePub)
ISBN-13: 978-0-7278-8023-9 (cased)
ISBN-13: 978-1-84751-343-4 (trade paper)
Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
This ebook produced by
Palimpsest Book Production Limited,
Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland.
For Tim and Sandie,
who found each other again,
with much love
Ave, formossisima,
Gemma pretiosa,
Ave, decus virginium,
Virgo gloriosa,
Ave, mundi luminar,
Ave, mundi rosa.
Hail, most beautiful one,
Precious jewel,
Hail, honoured of the virgins,
Glorious virgin,
Hail, light of the world,
Hail, rose of the world.
From Carmina Burana,
Cantiones profanae
Prologue
Early autumn 1210
T he woman stood by the tiny window, staring out at the mountains. There was no snow yet on their distant, desolate peaks, but soon there would be. People who knew this place better than she did were already muttering ominously about signs and portents, predicting that a savage, bitter winter was on its way.
She sighed. As if there was not sufficient to worry about already, without the hardships, perils and discomforts of snow that endured for months...
Enough, she told herself firmly. She knew she must not allow herself the luxury of a good moan, even in the privacy of her thoughts. They all had to keep cheerful, for in that way they encouraged one another and life did not seem too bad. Their main bulwark was, of course, their faith. It was the reason why they were all there together. The reason for everything that had happened.
Briefly, the woman closed her eyes, detaching from the sparsely-furnished, chilly little room. Very soon her mind soared, up and away, and a slow smile spread over her thin face. It was so easy to find that bliss; to enter in spirit that wonderful realm that was the goal of them all. If she was very lucky and just occasionally she was it seemed to her that she could almost catch the vaguest, mistiest glimpse of the heavenly home. More importantly oh, far more importantly! once she thought she had heard... Her physical body forgotten, she gave herself up to the joy that never failed.
Some time later, sounds from the narrow alley below the window brought the woman back to herself. Darkness had fallen. The sounds had been made by her neighbour, closing, locking and barring his door for the night. She wondered if she had locked her own door, and, leaving the room, she went down the steep wooden stairs to check. Yes; all was well. It was not her companions that she feared of course it wasnt, for those who had endured so much together could never be a threat to one another but there were other, far greater dangers out there.
They were not yet nearby, or so all those brave spies reported. But one day they would come; of that there was no doubt. If luck were with the community, the painstaking net of eyes and ears that they had created around them would function as it should and those that came hunting would find nothing but empty houses. If luck had turned her back, then...
No. She must not think about that.
It was time for bed. She climbed back up the stairs, a hand in the small of her back. Her bones ached at the end of a long day, and already she was anticipating the pleasure of lying down on the hard, straw-stuffed mattress that barely covered her small bed. Compared with what she had once known, it offered sparse comfort, for in her previous life she had lived in luxury. She had been married to a knight who had not been a poor man, but her wealth had been her own; her family name had been still was an important one in the region. Twenty years ago her husband had died, and she had given up all that she had, all that she possessed, running joyfully to embrace the life she had dreamed of.
She stood in her small room, unpinning her veil and removing the close-fitting coif she wore beneath it. She had no looking glass in which to peer at her image, but she was sure her once-dark hair must surely be streaked with silver. The shed hairs she found on her pillow and on her garments told her so. She had been a wife; she had borne a son, and he, she knew, had a son. Perhaps more children had come along by now. She did not know, for news was a long time reaching the lonely little village hidden away on the knees of the mountains. A grandmother, she reflected. It would have been good to have held her sons child in her arms.
She turned her mind from the thought. She loosened the laces of her black gown and slipped it off, smoothing down the chemise she wore beneath and feeling her bones protruding through her flesh. She was thin: from grief, from hardship, from fasting. It was difficult to recall the woman she once had been, with the curvaceous hips and the full, generous breasts enhanced by the cut of the gorgeous gowns in colours chosen always to flatter, to bring out the green in her eyes. She had been attractive, beautiful, even, if the men who had danced attendance on her were to be believed. She shook her head, smiling, dismissing a past she neither regretted nor wanted back. It was two decades since she had embraced a man or a boy; were a handsome, naked stranger to appear magically in her bed, she wondered if she would even remember what to do.
She lay down, closed her eyes and made herself relax, hoping to return to the sacred realm she had visited in her thoughts before she prepared for bed. But she could not find it now; other images were intruding, horrible images whose brutality did not lessen even though she had seen them in her mind a hundred times. It was more than a year now since that unspeakable day. She wondered, as she lay in the darkness and endured her memories, how long it would be before the agony faded. If it ever did. In addition to her almost physical reaction to what she had seen, there was also guilt because she had survived where so many had not. Thanks to the spy network, some of them had suspected what was going to happen and had not been there on the Magdalenes feast day. She had been one of them, forewarned and far away when the blow fell. She had tried to make more of her people come away with her, but they had refused to see the danger until it was too late. What a price they had paid. Death by the sword, death by beating, death by burning. Death.
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