World Without End

He looked so desperate that she felt a surge of compassion. Nevertheless, she said: “But you can’t hide here, you’re wanted for murder!”

“It was no murder, it was a fight. Jo

The physician in Caris could not help noting that the injuries were about five days old, and the nose was healing well enough though the ear really needed a stitch. But her main thought was that Sam should not be here. “You have to face justice,” she said.

“They’ll take Jo

“You should have thought of that before you hit him.”

He said accusingly: “You employed runaways at Outhenby, when you were prioress.”

She was stung. “Runaways, yes – killers, no.”

“They will hang me.”

Caris was torn. How could she turn him away?

Merthin spoke. “There are two reasons why you can’t hide here, Sam. One is that it’s a crime to conceal a fugitive, and I’m not willing to put myself on the wrong side of the law for your sake, fond though I am of your mother. But the second reason is that everyone knows your mother is an old friend of Caris’s, and if the Kingsbridge constables are searching for you this is the first place they will look.”

“Is it?” Sam said.

He was not very bright, Caris knew – his brother Davey had all the brains.

Merthin said: “You could hardly think of a worse place than this to hide.” He softened. “Drink a cup of wine, and take a loaf of bread with you, and get out of town,” he said more kindly. “I’ll have to find Mungo Constable and report that you were here, but I can walk slowly.” He poured wine into a wooden cup.

“Thank you.”

“Your only hope is to go far away where you aren’t known and start a new life. You’re a strong boy, you’ll always find work. Go to London and join a ship. And don’t get into fights.”

Philippa said suddenly: “I remember your mother… Gwenda?”

Sam nodded.

Philippa turned to Caris. “I met her at Casterham, when William was alive. She came to me about that girl in Wigleigh who had been raped by Ralph.”

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“Yes.” Philippa turned back to Sam. “You must be the baby she had in her arms at the time. Your mother is a good woman. I’m sorry for her sake that you’re in trouble.”

There was a moment of quiet. Sam drained the cup. Caris was thinking, as no doubt Philippa and Merthin were too, about the passage of time, and how it can change an i

In the silence, they heard voices.

It sounded like several men at the kitchen door.

Sam looked around him like a trapped bear. One door led to the kitchen, the other outside to the front of the house. He dashed to the front door, flung it open and ran out. Without pausing he headed down towards the river.

A moment later Em opened the door from the kitchen, and Mungo Constable came into the dining hall, with four deputies crowding behind him, all carrying wooden clubs.

Merthin pointed at the front door. “He just left.”

“After him, lads,” said Mungo, and they all ran through the room and out of the door.

Caris stood up and hurried outside, and the others followed her.

The house was built on a low, rocky bluff only three or four feet high. The river flowed rapidly past the foot of the little cliff. To the left, Merthin’s graceful bridge spa

Sam could have turned left or right, and Caris saw with a feeling of despair that he had made the wrong choice. He had gone right, which led nowhere. She saw him ru

Seeing he had nowhere to go, he waded into the water.

Mungo had stayed on the paved footpath at the front of the house, and now he turned in the opposite direction, to the left, and ran towards the bridge.

Two of the deputies dropped their clubs, pulled off their boots, got out of their coats and jumped into the water in their undershirts. The other two stood on the shoreline, presumably unable to swim, or perhaps unwilling to jump into the water on a cold day. The two swimmers struck out after Sam.

Sam was strong, but his heavy winter coat was now sodden and dragging him down. Caris watched with horrid fascination as the deputies gained on him.

There was a shout from the other direction. Mungo had reached the bridge and was ru

Sam reached the far shore just before the swimmers caught up with him. He gained his footing and staggered through the shallows, shaking his head, water ru

The second deputy was more cautious. He approached Sam then stopped, still out of reach. Sam turned and ran forward, coming out of the water on to the turf of the plague graveyard; but the deputy followed him. Sam stopped again, and the deputy stopped. Sam realized he was being toyed with. He gave a roar of anger and rushed at his tormentor. The deputy ran back, but he had the river behind him. He ran into the shallows, but the water slowed him, and Sam was able to catch him.

Sam grabbed the man by the shoulders, turned him and headbutted him. On the far side of the river, Caris heard a crack as the poor man’s nose broke. Sam tossed him aside and he fell, spurting blood into the river water.

Sam turned again for the shore – but Mungo was waiting for him. Now Sam was lower down the slope of the foreshore and hampered by the water. Mungo rushed at him, stopped, let him come forward, then raised his heavy wooden club. He feinted, Sam dodged, then Mungo struck, hitting Sam on the top of his head.

It looked a dreadful blow, and Caris herself gasped with shock as if she had been hit. Sam roared with pain and reflexively put his hands over his head. Mungo, experienced in fighting with strong young men, hit him again with the club, this time in his unprotected ribs. Sam fell into the water. The two deputies who had run across the bridge now arrived on the scene. Both jumped on Sam, holding him down in the shallows. The two he had wounded took their revenge, kicking and punching him savagely while their colleagues held him down. When there was no fight left in him they at last let up and dragged him out of the water.

Mungo swiftly tied Sam’s hands behind his back. Then the constables marched the fugitive back towards the town.

“How awful,” said Caris. “Poor Gwenda.”