The Leper's Bell (32 page)

Why was she pushing Eadulf and little Alchú away? That was what she had been doing. She groaned inwardly. Eadulf was not creating the bonds which held her. She was. Her ideal of life was in her mind and the impediment to the ideal was there also. It was not external; it was within her.

Eadulf! She suddenly realised that he had been so patient, accepting her faults and acknowledging her abilities. What had made her long for his company after she had left him in Rome? What had brought her in haste from the Shrine of St James, sailing back to the five kingdoms when she heard that he had been charged with murder? She was not in love with him but something infinitely more real - she loved him and needed his companionship, wisdom and support. She had been looking for an
anam chara
, a soul friend, and she suddenly realised that there had been no need to look. What a fool she had been.

Where was Eadulf now? And little Alchú?

She groaned again. Tears were still welling in her eyes when merciful sleep overcame her again.

Holding the oil lamp high, Eadulf peered around his prison.

The sand beneath his feet was wet and a few strands of seaweed lay discarded on it, along with some broken shells. A movement in a corner
caught his eye. It was a crab cowering in the shadows. A cold chill caught Eadulf as he continued his examination. The stone walls were dark with water stains and a tiny green moss clung to the blocks. The waterline stretched almost up to the ceiling. He turned to examine the base of the walls. There were three apertures in one of them, but they were tiny - a man’s head might be placed in them but there was no way anyone could crawl through. As he peered into these holes, he became aware of a strange sighing sound. He bent to listen. It did not take him long to realise that he was listening to the sighing of the sea some way beyond the apertures. Peering along the tiny tunnels, he thought he could see some reflected light.

He swallowed hard.

Beyond the small tunnels was the restless, brooding sea. That’s what Uaman meant! High tide! At high tide the sea would come rushing in through these holes and into this prison chamber. There was no escape. He would be drowned, for there was no way out.

Eadulf became aware of a new noise: a muffled sound. It seemed to come from high above him. It sounded like a knocking. Masonry began to fall into the confined space from a point high in one corner. Concerned, Eadulf moved to the opposite corner. Was there some new torture in store for him? A heavy block of stone suddenly plummeted down on to the sandy floor with a thud.

A faint light showed above him, not the light of a lamp but a dull white glow. Something moved in the aperture. It was someone’s head and shoulders.

‘
Kairongnothi!
’ came a cry of triumph.

Eadulf stood still, peering upwards. There was a scrabbling as the head and shoulders emerged a little further through the aperture.

‘
Dos moi pou sto kai ten gen kineso!
’ grunted a male voice in satisfaction.

Eadulf recognised the phrase from Archimedes. Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth! The voice was speaking in Greek.

‘Stay there!’ he cried out. ‘Don’t come any further or you’ll fall!’

He realised he was calling out in his own tongue. Then, trying to summon up his knowledge but realising it was confined to the Greek of the sacred texts, he tried again, but by this time the person above him had seen the danger as the oil lamp Eadulf held illuminated the four-metre drop into the cell below. There came a stream of Greek that Eadulf
could only presume was the owner of the voice expressing his disappointment in voluble terms. Then there was a pause.

‘Do you speak this language?’ came the voice at length.

‘I have only few words. Do you speak the language of the Éireannach?’

‘No.’

There was another pause. The man above must have been examining Eadulf in the gloomy light of the oil lamp.

‘I see that you wear a Roman tonsure. What of the Latin language?’ asked the voice in that language.

‘I speak it well enough,’ Eadulf replied, feeling relief.

‘Are you a prisoner too?’

Eadulf caught the emphasis of the word ‘too’.

‘So you are a prisoner? Indeed, I am a prisoner of Uaman, and if I am not mistaken, I am a prisoner not long destined for this world. I have been put in this place to die.’

‘How so?’ demanded the voice.

‘I was told that I had until high tide. From the look of this cell, I believe that when high tide comes, it floods up to roof level. The walls are damp and thick with moss and seaweed.’

The voice muttered something in Greek that he took to be an expression of surprise. Then the man spoke again.

‘I thought that by removing a few stone blocks in my cell, I would be tunnelling out to a place from where I might escape.’

‘You were escaping from your cell, then?’

‘I was.’

‘And where is your cell?’

‘Just behind me. The floor of my cell is just above what appears to be the level of this roof.’

‘Where is the light behind you coming from?’

‘Ah, I have a small barred window that looks out on the sea.’

‘Are you sure that you are above the sea level?’

‘I have watched the tides,’ came the response. ‘At high tide, I am just above sea level. Certainly the stone walls and floor of the cell that I am in keep out the waters.’

Eadulf felt a sudden surge of hope.

‘Then if I could somehow climb up to you and into your cell, I would avoid being trapped and drowned down here.’

‘You would be merely exchanging one cell for another. I have been trying to escape these last few days. I thought I had when I forced a way through into your cell.’

‘Well, better your cell than mine.’ Eadulf smiled in the gloom. ‘At least, from what you say, I won’t drown there.’

He peered up, trying to figure out distances by the light of his lamp. If the aperture was four metres from the floor, as he estimated, then it might as well be a million. The stone was too wet to climb and clammy with seaweed and lichen. There was no hope of even attempting to scale it. It would be far too slippery.

‘Perhaps when the water starts to flood in, I might be able to rise up with it,’ he suggested.

‘Dangerous, my friend,’ warned the voice above him. ‘Wait.’

Eadulf was about to rejoin that he would not be going anywhere, but the head and shoulders had disappeared.

An interminable time passed. He heard strange sounds, a tearing noise. Then the head and shoulders appeared again.

‘Stand by!’

Something came snaking down. It was a series of strips of torn linen knotted together. It came to just above his head.

‘Can you reach the end, my friend?’

‘If I put down my lamp and jump.’

‘In that case, do so. I think it will be strong enough. I have tied the end to the wooden cot here so I think it should hold.’

Eadulf put down the lamp. At his second jump his hands closed over the end of the strip and for a moment he swayed, crashing into the side of the cell and grazing himself on the stone blocks. He hung for a moment and then, slowly, he began to haul himself up hand over hand. The man above encouraged him and it did not seem very long until his head drew level with the aperture high in the wall. It was not large, but big enough to thrust his head and shoulders through.

His companion had started to back through the space before him. Eadulf realised that the mouth of the aperture gave on to a small tunnel-like hole which stretched upwards at an angle for a little more than a metre. The man backed upwards and out of the hole while Eadulf managed the difficult task of heaving himself over the edge into the inclining tunnel. A few moments later he was through and lying on the stone-flagged floor of his new-found companion’s cell, recovering from his exertion.

After a few moments he glanced round. His rescuer was hauling in the makeshift ‘rope’ which had been tied to a wooden
imda
, a bed frame. In fact, this was the only piece of furniture in a stone-walled, stone-floored cell. There was a thick wooden door at one end and in one wall a small barred window which, when he later examined the view, looked out on to the seaward side of the island.

Eadulf turned to his companion and grinned.

‘At least I am given a respite from a watery grave.’

The man facing him was older than he was. He was tall, and fairly muscular, with black hair that receded from his forehead and an abundant beard. He had a sallow, olive skin, and his brows and eyes were almost as black as his hair, which he wore without a tonsure. He met Eadulf’s grin with an equally humorous expression and shrugged.

‘A respite only, my friend. That is, unless we can make a new tunnel and find a means of escape.’

Eadulf went to look at the hole his fellow prisoner had made. A large block had been lifted to one side immediately under the bed, which disguised it from anyone making a quick examination from the doorway. The man shrugged.

‘I saw the stone was loose and prised it away. Then I saw the tunnel beyond. Well, not tunnel exactly. You saw that it was scarcely a metre long. I think it must have been an air vent when they first constructed it. However, I had hoped it would lead into another room or give me some means of egress. I little dreamt that I would be entering a cell far worse than mine. Had you not been there, I might have attempted to climb down, broken my leg or worse and then wound up drowning myself.’

Eadulf gave an affirmative nod. ‘You have my thanks for your intervention, for what my thanks are worth. It seems that they may not be worth much. Once our captors discover they have not drowned me, they will come here. But my thanks for this moment of respite.’ He reached out a hand. The dark man took it. His grip was warm and firm. ‘My name is Eadulf of Seaxmund’s Ham.’

The man raised his eyebrows a fraction. ‘A Saxon?’

‘From the land of the South Folk?’ Eadulf nodded.

‘Truly, my friend, you are far from home.’ His companion smiled.

‘I would say that you must be even farther from home,’ Eadulf pointed out with an answering grin.

The man responded with a chuckle.

‘Forgive me, my friend. I am called Basil Nestorios.’

‘A Greek?’

‘A healer, but from Jundi-Shapur.’

Eadulf shook his head. ‘I do not know of that land.’

‘Ah, it is a city, my friend, in the kingdom of Persia. The hospital and college of Jundi-Shapur hold first place in the world of medicine and science. Do you not know that all the great courts of the kings of the world recruit their physicians from Jundi-Shapur? Pupils from all the nations of the world gather there.’

Eadulf smiled softly at the pride in the other’s voice.

‘Persia is a long way from this land, Basil Nestorios.’

‘I do not doubt it, for have I not travelled every metre of the path here? A long journey only to end in this fashion…’ He gestured disdainfully to the stone walls. Then he looked at Eadulf. ‘What are you doing here, and why have you been imprisoned by the Evil One?’

‘The Evil One?’ Eadulf frowned.

‘The leper with the unpronounceable name.’

‘Uaman?’

‘That is he.’

Briefly, Eadulf told him the story. The healer from Jundi-Shapur nodded sadly. ‘He is, indeed, the Evil One.’

Eadulf saw beyond his immediate problems as a memory came back.

‘You were travelling with a brother from Ard Macha and you passed through Cashel a short time ago? A Brother Tanaide? I heard your names at the abbey of Imleach.’

‘That is so,’ agreed Basil Nestorios. ‘I came to this land to discover what cultures and beliefs lay on the western rim of the world. Through intercession from a bishop in the country of Gaul I was put in touch with a bishop in Fearna, the capital city of the land called Laigin.’

Eadulf knew Fearna well and had nearly lost his life there. He sighed as he thought of how Fidelma had saved him.

‘What then?’ he said, thrusting the memory from his mind.

‘It was the bishop who gave me Brother Tanaide as my guide and interpreter. When it was discovered that I was a physician, the bishop and the king of Laigin begged me to stay awhile and practise my arts.’ He shrugged. ‘I suppose it was news of my cures that reached the Evil One …’

‘Uaman?’

‘The name is difficult for my tongue and lips. Ooo-er-mon? Is that how it is pronounced?’

Eadulf smiled encouragement. ‘Good enough,’ he acknowledged. ‘But are you saying that Uaman heard of you in Laigin?’

‘Truly, my friend. He sent word to me there that he would pay a large sum if I came to his palace to try my skill at curing him of the disease that had struck him down. In Jundi-Shapur we know much of this disease that causes disfigurement, skin lesions and sensory loss. We have several means of treating it and I had brought with me a box of the cures we use.’

Eadulf was interested in spite of the surroundings and the dire straits they were in. ‘I have studied some of the healing arts but do not pretend to be a healer. Here, it is usual to pound burdock leaves in wine and cause the sufferer to drink it as a way of treating the disease.’

Basil Nestorios grimaced. ‘Where I come from we have a herb called gotu kala … it can be taken both internally and externally. It is an ancient cure for healing wounds and curing leprosy. I brought some with me.’

‘So you arrived here with Brother Tanaide at Uaman’s request?’

Basil Nestorios inclined his head. ‘Cursed be the day when I crossed the mountains to this place.’

‘Where is Brother Tanaide? In another cell?’

Basil Nestorios shook his head. His expression was a mixture of anger and sadness.

‘The Evil One had him killed.’

Eadulf felt a chill run through him, but he was not shocked, knowing the extent of Uaman’s treacherous soul.

‘What happened?’

‘He was run through by one of the Evil One’s swordsmen and thrown from the tower into the sea. He was dead before he fell into the water.’

‘But why? Why, if you had come to cure him? Why did he kill your companion and imprison you? I do not understand it.’

‘Understand this, my friend. The disease of his skin is reflected in the disease of his mind. He is evil. There is no redeeming quality in him.’