wide and Prior Ardo stood there. William caught a glimpse of the abbotâs room. A fire burned on the hearth and shadows flickered across the lime-washed walls. A large wax candle stood in an ornate silver holder at the foot of the bed, where Abbot Simon lay propped up on pillows. His skin was a sickly yellow and hung loose on his bones, and his eyes had sunk back into their sockets. His lips were ringed with blue and his breathing was a harsh rasp above the monotonous flow of prayers from the two monks kneeling by the bed. William stepped back, repelled by the cloying smells of sickness, sweat, and incense.
âWhere are they?â the prior asked briskly, nodding for William to go ahead of him down the stairs.
âIn the yard with Brother Gabriel.â
The prior handed William the two keys. âUnlock the doors and light the candles. I will go through the kitchen and meet them in the yard. Be quick, boy.â
A fire had been burning in the guest chamber fireplace all day but it had barely taken the chill off the room. William unlocked the yard door and left it ajar while he lit the rushlights in their brackets around the walls.
The yard door opened and Prior Ardo ushered Jacobus Bone into the room.
âWe are a small house and not used to guests,â the prior said, frowning around the drafty chamber. He stared at the two men for a few moments as if trying to decide what to make of them. âFirewood and water will be brought to you each morning, and your meals will be served in here. If there is anything else you need, Brother Gabriel will see to it.â
Master Bone inclined his head in a slow nod of acknowledgment. âThank you for the water and firewood,â he said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper, âbut my servant, Shadlok, will prepare my food.â
Prior Ardo looked a little startled. âAs you wish. We can give you flour and vegetables, and carp from the fishponds . . .â
âThat will not be necessary,â the man interrupted. He sounded weary and the strength seemed to leave his body. Shadlok stepped forward and took his arm. He guided his master to the chair beside the fire.
âMy servant will provide whatever food we need.â
âVery well, if that is what you would prefer,â the prior said, glancing at Brother Gabriel and raising his eyebrows. William could almost hear his thoughts. What food could he possibly hope to scavenge around Crowfield in the winter? There was little enough to feed the monks as it was.
âMaster Bone needs to rest after the journey,â Shadlok said. He stared at the prior until the monk took the hint.
âWe will leave you to get settled,â Prior Ardo said stiffly. âThe boy will see to your horses.â
The monks left the room and William walked over to the yard door.
âWait, boy,â Master Bone said, without turning in his chair. He sat awkwardly, his body bowed forward. His breathing sounded labored.
William paused with his hand on the door latch.
âCome closer, into the light.â
William walked back to stand in front of Master Bone. The manâs eyes glittered through the holes in the mask, and seemed to be the only thing about him that was fully alive.
âWhat is your name?â
âWilliam Paynel.â
âHow old are you?â
âFourteen years, last Easter.â
âAre you an oblate?â
William shook his head. Oblates were children given to religious houses, to be brought up in the ways of the abbey or nunnery. Thankfully he had been spared that fate. âI was orphaned and taken in by the abbey. Iâm a servant.â
He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. The heat from the fire warmed his legs, a painfully pleasant feeling. He wanted to turn and hold his hands out to the flames, to feel the aching chill leave his bones.
âDid your family live in Weforde?â Master Bone continued.
William frowned, wondering