Chapter 5 #3
Galeran fisted the wall hard enough to bruise. So much for any idea of bodily ease. He could summon her back later, but he knew he wouldn't. No matter what had happened, he couldn't use Jehanne like a privy for his relief. There had to be something between them, something more than this.
He collapsed back on the bench and sank his head in his hands. Was it possible that she had killed the child?
No. Never. He would never believe that.
Was it possible that she had connived at Lowick killing the child?
He didn't think so, but love could do strange things. Look what it was doing to him.
He couldn't deny that there was something very strange about Jehanne now, and the events as he knew them made no sense. She had clearly conceived the bastard at about the time of Gallot's death, and soon after the news of his own supposed death.
Was it possible Lowick had raped her?
He shook his head. Jehanne would have cut off his balls and choked him with them.
Instead, she had kept Lowick here, and when Galeran had approached, had let him leave. He could see no sign of enmity.
He'd have to find out what had really happened before he could have any chance of peace. What was he going to do, however, if Jehanne and Lowick had caused his son's death in any way, even if only by neglect?
Kill them both.
He would have no choice.
He rose to pace the room, seeking desperately for some explanation that he liked and finding none.
He'd intended to sleep after the bath, but now nervous energy fought with exhaustion so that he could neither think straight nor sit still. He might as well get dressed.
If he had anything to wear.
Yet again he was painfully reminded of the time Jehanne had thrown his clothes out the window, for if she'd thought him dead she would surely have given his clothes away. If Lowick had left anything behind, it would be too large.
He threw open a wooden chest and stopped in surprise at the sight of his belongings neatly stored.
Everything was in excellent condition, well interspersed with herbs to ward off moths and other pests.
He found clean braies and shirt—a new shirt finely made by Jehanne's own hand—and his favorite red wool tunic with marten fur trim.
His shoes were even in excellent condition, kept oiled and supple.
He turned a shoe thoughtfully in his hand. If Jehanne had believed word of his supposed death nearly a year ago, why this careful care of his belongings?
Servants came, presumably sent by Jehanne, to clear away the bath.
Galeran dressed and went out into the hall, head humming with weariness and tangled thoughts.
He gestured and a servant brought ale. It had been foolish to avoid the midday meal, which was a time for the castle community to come together, so now he walked around and talked to some of the people.
There was no sign of Raoul. He, no doubt, was sensibly in bed with a cheerful, uncomplicated serving maid, one who'd be delighted to bear his child if God gave them one, since either the castle would pay her to raise it, or a good marriage would be arranged, or both.
Matters were somewhat simpler among the servant body.
But even there, adultery was not condoned. A man might accept a lord's child in the hope of favors, but he didn't want his fellow's cuckoos.
Galeran caught some strange looks. Doubtless everyone was wishing they'd been witness to the events in the solar. Doubtless they'd all kept their ears peeled back for sounds of a deserved beating being well delivered.
How dull they must all find this, and how puzzling.
They weren't the only ones to find it a puzzle.
Trailed by his dogs, Galeran went in search of his steward, Matthew, who was most likely to have answers to some questions.
The man was at home in his small cottage within the bailey, but on demand he willingly accompanied Galeran to the walls, where they could talk in privacy.
"Yes, my lord?"
"How did Lowick come to be seneschal here?"
The solid, middle-aged man hitched his belt uneasily over his belly.
"He came to visit, my lord. He was well known to all here, of course, so we had no hesitation about letting him in.
Sir Gregory had died of that cough he had—truth to tell, he'd not flourished much after you left—and Lady Jehanne had been considering with your father whom to take on in his place.
It seems that when she heard Sir Raymond was available, she gave him the post."
Galeran was trying to remember whether his seneschal, Sir Gregory, had been particularly ill when he'd last seen him. He had been the kind of man who always seemed to be coughing and spitting. Surely it wasn't possible, though, that he had been disposed of to make room for Raymond.
That was too deep a plot.
But like a blow it came to him that it had been Jehanne who had urged him to go on the Crusade. The plot, if it existed, could go back years, back even to the time of their betrothal.
No, not that far, for Lowick had married elsewhere. But his wife had died.
Another convenient death.
"Do you know when Lord Raymond's wife died, Matthew?"
The man flashed him an astute glance. Did everyone have these suspicions? More to the point, was there anything in them?
"'Round about the time you left for the Holy Land, my lord."
"And what did she die of?"
"Some fever, my lord. According to Sir Raymond's men, who accompanied him here, she was never strong.
She miscarried of four babes in the marriage.
Rich, though. She brought some sturdy land with her, as I understand it, at a place called Beeston, but by the contract, if she had no children, the land reverted to her family.
Sir Raymond did his best to get a child of her. "
"He always was ambitious...." Galeran had never had much to do with Lowick, but he knew his nature. He was brave and honorable, but also ambitious. Lowick was sure that his looks and warlike skills gave him a right to a high place in life, such as that of husband to Jehanne of Heywood.
When Lowick had flirted with Jehanne during his visits, Galeran had judged it was more to annoy him than to seduce her.
He'd never made an issue of it. That would have sullied Jehanne's name, annoyed his father-in-law, and possibly brought it to a matter of arms. Which he probably would have lost, since in those days he'd been no match for a larger man.
He'd wondered sometimes if that had been Lowick's plan—to force a fight and kill him. Crude, but possibly effective.
Jehanne had never objected to Lowick's behavior, but Galeran had always assumed that her reasons had been similar to his own—a desire not to cause discord in the house. Having been her father's squire, Lowick was in many ways like a brother to her.
Galeran had once asked Fulk why he'd not offered Lowick the chance to marry Jehanne. The old man had never been one to explain himself, but he'd said he wanted someone with better connections for his heiress.
Raymond's father had been a friend of Fulk's, both of them coming over with the Conqueror, but he'd not prospered. Fulk had taken Raymond into his household as a kindness, but kindness stopped at making him a son. No advantage in it, he'd said.
Had it all been a facade? Had Jehanne really loved Lowick all the time?