Scarlet

CHAPTER 20

Odo has not come today, and I begin to think that he has taken me at my word. Perhaps he has gone to our false abbot with my rantings and Hugo has decided to be done with me at last. If Odo does not come tomorrow, I will send for him and make my shrift. A lame piece of priesthood he may be, but in truth I do not trust anyone else in this nest of vipers to hear my confession. Odo can do that, at least, and though he riles me no end, I know he will see me right.

I hear from my keeper, Gulbert-or is it Gibbert?-that the wet weather has passed and the sun has returned. This is good news. It may be that my damp pit will dry out a little-not that ol'Will plans to wear out the world much longer. Even without my bone-headed outburst, the abbot's patience must be growing thin as his mercy. From all accounts, he was never a fella to suffer long to begin with.

So now, my execution day must be drawing nigh.

But, what is this?

There is a muffled scrabbling in the corridor beyond my cell… hushed voices… and then the familiar slow, shuffling footfall.

"Good day,Will Scarlet," says Odo as he appears at the door. "God with you." His voice is that much strained as if addressing a stroppy stranger.

"This day is almost done, my friend," I say to put him at ease. Well, he is the closest thing to a friend I have in this forsaken place. "I'll say good evening and God bless."

He makes no move to open the door, but stands in the narrow stone corridor. "Are you coming in, then?" I ask.

"No, it will be dark soon, and I could not get any candles."

"I see."

"The abbot does not know I am here. He has forbidden me to listen to you."

"He has had enough of my ravings and ramblings, I suppose."

"Oh, no," Odo is quick to assure me, "it is that he has gone and does not want me talking to you while he is away."

"Gone? Where has he gone?"

"I am not to say," Odo replied, but continued anyway. "There is an envoy from Rome visiting some of the towns hereabouts-a Spaniard, a Father Dominic. Abbot wishes him to visit, so he has ridden out to find him."

"I see." I suck my teeth and give him a shrug to show I will not try to pry any more out of him. "Well, then…"

Odo bites his lip. He has something more to tell me, but cannot yet trust himself to speak. So I fish a little and see if I can tickle him into my net. "How long will the abbot be away?"

"I cannot say, my lord," says Odo, and I smile. He does not know what he has said yet. Give him time.

He blushes as it comes to him. "Will, I mean…"

I chuckle at his small mistake. He has begun to think of me as a nobleman, and his superior. "No harm, monk," I tell him.

"It is just that there are a few things I do not understand."

"Only a few?" I laugh. "Then you are a better man than I."

"In your story, I mean."

"It is not a story, Odo," I tell him. "It is a man's life-I'm telling my life. And we both know how it's going to end. See you remember that."

He looks at me, blinking his big, soft eyes. "Well, the abbot has said we are not to pursue our tale any further just now."

"Ah, I see."

"So, I should be on my way." He stands flat-footed and hunched in the cramped corridor.

He says he cannot stay, and yet he will not leave. Something holds him here.

"Well, perhaps," I suggest lightly, "the abbot would not mind if you spent a little time stalking the understanding that eludes you. It is for the abbot's benefit, after all."

Odo brightens at once. "Do you think so?"

"Oh, aye. Who else cares about the ravings of a wild outlaw?"

"This is exactly what I was thinking," says he. "It would do no harm to clarify a few of the details-clear up any misunderstandings for the abbot's benefit."

"For the abbot's benefit, of course."

Odo nods, making a firm decision for once in his soft pudding of a life. "Good. I will come tomorrow." Then he smiles; pleased with himself and revelling in this milk-mild defiance. He turns to go, but lingers. "God's peace this night, Will."

"And also with you," I reply as off he scuttles.

There may be hope for Odo yet, please God.

Although the ending is in sight, there is, of course, much more of this tale, this life, to be told. How I came to be in this pinch, for one-but I will not tell this to Odo. Not yet. Distraction may be my best weapon just now-indeed, my only weapon. I must distract our ambitious abbot as long as I can to buy King Raven time to work and achieve his purpose. And it is all to do with that blasted ring and infernal letter.

Job's bones! I would not be here now if not for that stupid, bloody treasure. It will be the death of me, beyond a doubt. Truth be told, I fear it will be the death of many before this dreadful tale is done.