‘Yes, my lord,’ they said.
I reached for my sword belt and buckled it on.
‘My lord,’ Owain said, ‘you knew that over the past two weeks your mother has been giving me her testimony?’
I nodded. I knew it.
‘My lord,’ Owain said, ‘I cannot finish it. Not now. It lies among my possessions, there.’ He tipped his head toward a small bag to one side.’
‘I know, Owain. I will take care of it.’
‘Geoffrey must not —’ Owain began.
‘I know, Owain. I will take care of it. But for now we must move.’
Then I closed my eyes and reached for the realm of the Old People, opening the falloways.
‘It is done,’ I said, opening my eyes. ‘We must go.’
Very gently I lifted my mother. She moaned a little, but otherwise made no sign that she was aware of any of our presences.
‘She will need a warm wrap,’ Gytha said, reaching behind her.
‘It does not matter now,’ I said, and Gytha straightened again.
We left the privy chamber.
Everyone was asleep and appeared hazy, as if they were insubstantial. We were in the falloway — I had opened it so that it stretched inside the castle. No one would disturb us.
We walked down the stairwell and then out into the courtyard of the great keep. I found myself wondering how many times my mother had walked this route. She had lived so little of her life at Pengraic Castle, and yet she always considered it her home. Despite the horror she’d endured here during the plague, she still loved it.
No wonder.
Pengraic Castle is the most hallowed of the few portals remaining that lead into the realm of the Old People.
We continued through the inner bailey, under the northern keep and then through the outer bailey.
When we got to the northern gates it was to find them standing open and the world beyond shining.
This night, this special night, all the falloways of the land opened onto the northern gate of Pengraic Castle.
My mother’s breathing was now harsh and irregular. She did not have long.
I stepped through the gate, Owain and Gytha right behind me.
The ridge leading up to the mountain of Pen Cerrig-calch behind Pengraic was alive with torchlight. The mountaintops, all the hills about, were lined with light. Tens of thousands of people lined the ridges and hilltops, each holding a torch.
The Old People, come to welcome their lady home.
Silent tears slid down my cheeks. I did not want to let my mother go. I knew that she had life beyond this death, life reborn into the fold of the Old People, but even so I mourned her. I could not contemplate my life here in this realm of England without her presence. I have loved her so deeply, so completely …
‘My lord,’ Owain murmured behind me, and I gave a nod. I walked forward, Owain and Gytha still close behind me, and from among the torches of the Old People three riders came. Their horses were magnificent: one chestnut, one white and one a bright bay, their manes dragging to the ground, tangled about with diamonds.
Ghent, my brother Stephen, and my father, whose name as a prince of the Old People cannot be written here.
My mother drew in a rattling breath, shivered a little, and passed.
I could not hold back a choking sob. I hugged her to me, so reluctant to let her go.
‘You must,’ said my father. He had ridden a little ahead of the other two now. His face had lost its care, all the lines and weariness that my mother so often described in her testimony, and now gloried in youth and vitality, in strength and splendour.
Atop his head glimmered the diadem, for which he had risked so much. I was shaking, but I made the effort to collect myself, for what I now needed to do could not be accomplished without steady hands.
Very gently I laid my mother’s body on the ground and knelt to kiss her goodbye.
Goodbye, Maeb, this realm will be the vastly poorer for your absence.
Then I stood and in one fluid movement, one stroke, drew my sword from its scabbard and took off Owain’s and Gytha’s heads.
Oh, sweet Jesu, I wanted to take off my own head then. My grief was so profound that I could not bear it. I knelt, resting the point of the sword on the ground, my forehead on its pommel, and wept, my entire body shaking with the force.
‘Hugh.’
It was my mother’s voice.
I rose, shakily, and turned about.
There Maeb stood, not two paces from me, looking as beautiful as I remembered her from when I was a young boy.
Her body, as those of Owain and Gytha, had vanished.
She held out her arms, smiling as I remembered, and I stepped forward and hugged her to me.
She was warm and solid in my arms, and she held me as tightly as I held her.
‘Hugh,’ she whispered.
‘Hugh, I have to go.’
‘I want —’
‘No. You must remain here. The world needs the Falloway Man for a while yet.’
She leaned back. Her green eyes brimmed with tears. ‘Thank you, Hugh,’ she said, kissing my cheek. And then without waiting for an answer or a smile from me, she turned.
She walked first to Stephen. He leaned down from his horse and they gripped hands. They spoke, kissed briefly, and then my mother gave his hand a tight squeeze before letting go and turning …
Suddenly my father was there, his big bay horse filling the path. He held down his arm for my mother, lifting her atop the horse behind his saddle. She slid her arms about his waist and rested her cheek on his back.
Her face glowed with contentment.
Then something coming from behind bumped me to one side. Sweet Jesu! It was my mother’s grey mare, Dulcette, dead these twenty years! I did not believe it possible — but then, had not Dulcette always found her way home to my mother? Dulcette wandered past my father and mother, pausing a moment so my mother could pat her, then walked further up the falloway, no doubt looking for a stable for the night.
I looked back to my father.
For an instant my father’s gaze held mine. It was full of respect and love and some sorrow, and yet joy also, for finally he had Maeb back with him, as he had always wanted.
‘Be well, Hugh,’ he said. ‘When you want it, when you think it time, this diadem is yours.’ Then he turned the horse and moved back.
I could see, just for one moment, Owain and Gytha standing with Stephen and Ghent, and then, too suddenly, too horrifically, everything was gone. The tens of thousands of Old People, the torches, Ghent and Stephen, Owain and Gytha, my father.
My mother.
The falloways.
All gone, leaving me to weep in the cold night air, the wind whistling past me as I stood on the ridge leading to Pen Cerrig-calch.
Glossary
Adelaide, Queen: wife of the king, Edmond.
Advent: a period of preparation before Christmas. In medieval times it was often marked from Martinmas, 11th November, through to 24th December, the Vigil of the Nativity of Christ.
Aldermen: see City of London governance.
All Souls Day: 2nd November.
Amble: horses which could amble were prized animals in medieval Europe. Ambling was a very fast but extremely smooth walking gait that was faster than a trot and could cover much ground at little expense of energy to the horse. Few horses now can amble as the gait lost fashion after the medieval period and horses were no longer bred for the trait. But for an idea of what they could do, search for Peruvian Paso horses on YouTube; Peruvian Pasos are a breed of horse that can trace their descent from the medieval ambler, and their gait is very similar.
Anatolia: modern-day Turkey.
Assizes: English criminal courts. The word comes from the Old French. d’Avranches, Ralph: garrison commander at Pengraic Castle. d’Ecouis, Fulkes: a Templar Knight, recently arrived from the continent.
Bailleul, Mistress Yvette: a senior attending woman to Lady Adelie de Morta
igne.
Baynard Castle: a Norman castle in London, situated in its extreme south-west corner, close by the current location of Blackfriars station. Its castellan (or keeper) is Geoffrey de Mandeville, Earl of Exsessa.
Bears: brown bears were once widespread over Britain. They were hunted to extinction just before or during the Norman era. Nevertheless, the British travel advisory still recommends you avoid the cracks in the pavement.
Beaumont, Roger de: Earl of Warwick.
Bec, Tedbald du: Archbishop of Cantuaberie.
Bethune, Robert de: Bishop of Hereford.
Blanche: a nurse.
Blois, Gervase de: abbot of Westminster.
Blois, Henry of: Bishop of Wincestre, and one of the highest Norman noblemen (grandson of William the Conqueror) in England.
Braes: underdrawers worn by men, usually made of linen.
Bretagne, Alan de: Earl of Richemont and Constable of the Tower.
Chemise: an under tunic of linen, or perhaps of wool, worn beneath the kirtle, or over tunic.
Cinque Ports, The: the term is a Norman French import, meaning ‘five ports’. These were the five most important south-eastern ports in England: Hastings, New Romney, Hythe, Dovre, and Sandwich. In medieval and early modern times they were the key to England, and were kept secured at all costs.
City of London governance: little is known about how the City of London was governed in the earlier twelfth century. It had twenty-four wards, or administrative areas, each having an alderman (possibly more than one). The portreeve was the king’s top official in the city and was responsible for collecting revenues. Also of importance were the Constable of the Tower, and whichever nobleman was castellan of Baynard Castle in the south-west of the city. There was no mayor until the later twelfth century.
Clare, Gilbert de: Earl of Pembroke. His wife is Isabel.
Conqueror’s Tower, The: the Norman Keep (known as the White Tower when it was whitewashed in the later twelfth century) of the Tower of London complex.
Courser: a horse often used for hunting by noblemen when they may not have wished to risk their expensive destriers.
Craon, Robert de: Grand Master of the Templars.
Destrier: a nobleman’s war horse.
Douai, Roger de: a knight favoured by the king.
Dulcette: Maeb Langtofte’s horse.
Eadgard: a servant of Sir Godfrey Langtofte.
Edmond: King of England.
Elesberie, Royal Manor: the royal manor at Elesberie was very large, possibly containing as much as 2,000 acres of land.
Erheld: a Norman noblewoman, wife of Geoffrey de Mortaigne.
Falloways: the long forgotten paths of the Old People.
fitzErfast, Robert: steward at the Earl of Pengraic’s London house.
fitzRolf, Nigel: chamberlain of the king’s palace at Westminster.
Gernon, Maude: wife of Ranulf de Gernon. Countess of Chestre.
Gernon, Ranulf de: Earl of Chestre. Kinsman of Ralph d’Avranches.
Ghent, Gilbert: a knight in the Earl of Pengraic’s household.
Ghaznavid: an empire centred in modern-day Afghanistan.
Gilda: a midwife.
Godric of Mappestone: castellan of Godric Castle on the Wye.
Guietta: Gytha’s daughter.
Gytha: a London serving girl, known for her abilities with the dressing of hair.
Hallow’s Eve: 31st October, the day before Hallowmas, now known as Halloween.
Hallowmas: the celebration of All Saints Day on 1st November.
Hauberk: a long ‘shirt’ of maille, reaching generally to mid-thigh. In Norman times it also came with a hood, or coif, and its sleeves reached to the elbow, sometimes lower.
Henry, Prince: eldest son of King Edmond and Queen Adelaide.
Herepath: an army road or route.
Holloways: almost literally, a hollow way. Holloways were narrow thoroughfares, often sunken, through the back country of England. Many of them have been used for thousands of years.
Horse-riding for women: generally only noblewomen would have ridden horses at this period. If they wanted to actually ride (i.e. control) the horse then they most likely would ride astride. Women could also ride ‘aside’, that is, sitting sideways on the horse on a saddle that was more chair than saddle — it did not resemble riding ‘side-saddle’ at all (side-saddle riding did not exist at this point). If a woman rode aside then she had no hope of controlling the horse and someone would need to lead the horse for her.
Hose: stockings, generally made of wool, they would be knee high and held up by garters, or thigh high and tied with laces to the waistband of the braes.
Holbournestrate: Holborn, just west of twelfth-century London.
Hours of the day: clock time, where the hours of the day were evenly divided into twenty-four periods, was virtually unknown in the twelfth century. Most people within hearing of church or monastic bells orientated themselves within the day by the canonical hours. The Church divided the day into seven, according to the seven hours of prayer:
• The day began with Matins, usually an hour or two before dawn.
• The second of the hours was Prime - daybreak.
• The third hour was Terce, set at about 9 a.m.
• The fourth hour was Sext (originally midday).
• The fifth hour was Nones, set at about 3 in the afternoon (it was not moved to midday until sometime during the thirteenth century).
• The sixth hour was Vespers, normally early evening.
• The seventh hour was Compline, bedtime.
These hours were irregular both within the day and within the year; the hours orientated themselves around the rising and setting of the sun, and thus the hours contracted and expanded according to the season.
Hugh of Argentine: Master of the Temple in England. The Templar church in the earlier twelfth century was located on High Holbournestrate just to the west of London.
Innocent II: Pope of the Church.
Jocea: a midwife.
John, Prince: third and youngest son of King Edmond and Queen Adelaide.
Kendal, Mistress Evelyn: an attending lady to Adelie, the Countess of Pengraic.
Kirtle: a closely fitted tunic worn by women over their chemise. Laced up the back, generally it had flowing bell-shaped sleeves, a full skirt, and a tightly fitted body. It could be made of wool, linen or, for the very rich, silk.
Lacy, Gilbert de: Lord of Longtown, Weobley and Ludlow, member of the Knights Templar.
Lacy, Alianor de: wife of Lord Robert de Lacy.
Lacy, Lady Isouda de: widowed member of the powerful Norman family of de Lacy.
Lacy, Robert de: Lord of Bouland and of Blachburnscire. A powerful Norman noble.
Langtofte, Godfrey: nobleman, former pilgrim and sergeant within the Order of the Knights Templar. Father of Maeb.
Langtofte, Leorsythe: Maeb’s mother.
Langtofte, Mistress Maeb: attending woman to Lady Adelie de Mortaigne, Countess of Pengraic.
London: twelfth-century London was a place of many open spaces, fields, orchards and market gardens. Most buildings were of wattle and daub or timber, although more stone houses were being built. Its population would have been about sixty thousand.
London Bridge: London Bridge in the twelfth century was a wooden structure, as it would remain until the famous medieval stone bridge was built from 1176. The early medieval wooden bridges were constantly being destroyed: by storms, by fire, or by rogue Vikings tying a rope to the bridge from their ship and then pulling it down as they rowed away (the children’s rhyme ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’ is based on a Viking song commemorating the event).
Ludo: Master of the Horse to Raife de Mortaigne, Earl of Pengraic.
Madog ap Gruffydd: a Welsh prince or rebel, depending on which side of the border lie your loyalties.
‘Ap’ means ‘son of ’, so the name means ‘Madog son of Gruffydd’.
Maille: the Norman term for chain mai
l. (The term chain mail was not used until the seventeenth century.)
Mandeville, Geoffrey de: Earl of Exsessa and castellan of Baynard Castle in London.
Marcher Lords: the Marcher Lords administered the Welsh Marches, a frontier zone between two peoples, two languages, two cultures. They had extraordinary liberties, ruling their lands almost as kings, and were highly independent of the English king. They had the liberty to run courts, establish laws, collect taxes, build castles, run prisons, markets, fairs — essentially they had complete jurisdiction over their subjects. They were very powerful men in Norman England. See also Welsh Marches.
Martinmas: festival of Saint Martin, 11th November.
Mevanou: wife of Madog ap Gruffydd.
Montgomerie, Gilbert de: Earl of Scersberie, and one of the powerful Marcher Lords.
Mortaigne, Adelie de: Countess of Pengraic, wife of Raife de Mortaigne.