go there all the time. Basing herself there, she will be in a good position to keep her ears open for any whispered rumour of â of where my daughter may be.â
Josse felt the onset of an agonizing conflict. Dominicâs suggestion was astute, for Hawkenlye was the closest sizeable community to the place where Rosamund had last been seen and, as Dominic had implied, had always been a centre for gossip and rumour. But he did not know, as Josse did, Helewiseâs attitude to the place where she had lived and ruled for so long.
She avoided it. She had explained to Josse that she did not wish her presence to undermine the new regime led by Abbess Caliste. Josse suspected there was more to it than that: he feared that part of her regretted her decision to leave and wished she was still Hawkenlyeâs abbess.
Either way, she would not take kindly to a curt order from her son that she should go and stay there . . .
Helewise had bowed her head, and she had not uttered a word. It was up to Josse to say so.
âYour mother will not return to the abbey,â he said quietly. âAbbess Caliste is in charge now, and Helewise does not wish to remind the community that once they were led by someone else.â
Dominicâs face twisted into a grimace. âShe will surely not allow such a consideration to outweigh the present emergency?â
âI think she will,â Josse said.
There was a brief, tense silence. Then, turning to Helewise, Dominic broke it with a single, icy word: âMother?â
Josse watched as slowly she raised her head and met her sonâs eyes. âI will not return to the abbey,â she said.
âBut youââ Dominic began furiously.
Now it was his turn to be silenced. Helewise said, quietly but with infinite authority, âDominic, I will not be persuaded. What you suggest is not possible.â
Dominic opened his mouth to protest again but, eyes fixed to his motherâs grim face, he subsided.
âThank you,â she said calmly. âI will not go to the abbey, but I do agree that what you suggest is sensible. I will lodge close by, and I will send someone to be my eyes and ears within the community. That will serve as well.â
Dominic snorted. âIt rather depends who you send.â
âLeave me to worry about that,â Helewise flashed back. Then, regret filling her face as if suddenly she had recalled why they were all there, she added gently, âI promised to do my best to help, son, and I will.â
He looked at her for a long moment. Then he nodded.
There was a sudden commotion in the courtyard outside, and a group of a dozen men erupted into the hall. While they were still settling down to hear the sheriffâs instructions, there was the sound of a horseâs hooves clattering across the yard, swiftly followed by the arrival of Leofgar Warin.
He went to greet his mother. Then he spotted his younger brother and, without a word, went across to take him in his arms in a tight embrace. Breaking away, he turned to Gervase and said, âWhat do you want me to do?â
Josse was heading for the House in the Woods. He planned to gather his household around him and tell them that they were to search every track, path and animal trail until they found some trace of Rosamund. She had stood in the place that Meggie had pointed out, he reflected, and someone had taken her away. Unless they flew, Josse thought, they must have left a mark of their passage and, however small it is, we must find it.
He was riding as hard as he could, given that he was leading a second horse. Where Helewise was bound, she had no need of Daisy, and Josse was taking the mare back to the House in the Woods. He and Helewise had ridden back up the hill from Tonbridge, and he had left her at the point where the track to Hawkenlye Abbey branched off the main road that circled the forest. She had not told him what she planned to do. When they had