Coffyn motioned to his bottler, and the man refilled their cups. “I was away yesterday; I had to go to Exeter. It was lucky I came back when I did, because I’d been expecting to stay overnight, but my business was swiftly completed, and I managed to return a little after dark. I had only been home a little while when I heard someone shout from Godfrey’s place…”
“Could you discern what was said?”
“Oh yes, Sir Baldwin. It was Godfrey, and he shouted, ”So you’d defile my daughter too, would you?“ We-that is, my men and I-wouldn’t have worried about that-I mean, you hear people having rows even in the best households, and someone shouting may not signify much, but there was something about the tone that made me suspect something was wrong. Anyway, only a short while later there was a loud scream. God!” He wiped a hand over his brow and took a hasty slurp from his cup. “God, it was awful! Now I know it was his soul passing, but at the time, I swear I thought it was the devil! It was a hideous cry, a bellow of anguish-something I’ll never forget as long as I live.”
Baldwin gave a sympathetic murmur.
“After that,” Coffyn resumed, “I got my guard to come with me and we ran round there.”
“Hold on! Did you go in by the front or the back of Godfrey’s house?”
“By the front, of course! Would you expect me to clamber over his wall?” Coffyn retorted. “We didn’t wait to hammer on his door, we went straight in.”
“I see. And what did you find?”
“Godfrey: dead. His daughter, little Cecily, unconscious nearby. His servant, that miserable old sod with the crab-apple face, out cold near the door. My God, it was terrible!”
“You saw no one else there in the house?”
“No.”
“What about in the street outside when you hurried there?”
“No, there was no one. I’m quite sure of that.”
“And you couldn’t hear the sound of someone running away or anything?”
“No. But we wouldn’t-I mean, we were running so hard…If anyone had been there, we’d hardly have noticed.”
“That’s fine. Now, what was your impression when you first went into the room? Did you think it was a robbery? Or was it a straightforward attack on the man?”
Coffyn gave him a long-suffering glance as if he was convinced that Baldwin was feeble-minded. “I told you what I heard. Does it sound as if someone was robbing the place? I think an intruder was trying to rape Cecily, and her father came upon the bastard. You take my word for it-when you speak to Cecily, you’ll find that a man was trying to ravish her.”
“I suppose it is one possible explanation,” Baldwin agreed.
“Of course it is. The man tried to have his way with her, but was attacked by her father. He struck Godfrey down, and decided to make good his escape, so he knocked out the girl and made off. But he cannot escape God’s own justice!”
“What about the servant, Putthe?”
“He came upon the man, and was knocked down too. The assailant slipped out the back, and I arrived there a few minutes later,” Coffyn said dismissively.
“No, that’s not right. For one thing, Godfrey must have been knocked down as he entered the room…”
“Pish! He was heard approaching, so the man hid himself behind the door and clobbered him as he entered.”
“…and yet if Godfrey ran in and shouted, as you say he did, the rapist must have been in front of him in the room. So how was he struck on the back of the head?”
“There must have been something to distract him…perhaps he heard Putthe running toward him along the screens, and he turned, and that was when his killer struck.”
“I don’t think so. If that were the case, I feel sure that Godfrey would have crumpled on the spot, and thus ended up facing the doorway. As it is, he fell the other way, as if he was knocked down a few moments after he came into the room.”
“Well, that’s for you to sort out. I’ve told you all I can,” Coffyn decided, and made a move as if to get up.
Baldwin sipped reflectively at his wine. “Tell me: are you aware of any enemies that Godfrey might have had? Would there be anyone who loathed him, who was a thorn in his side, or who felt jealous of him?”
“Only one, I suppose,” Coffyn said reluctantly. “The Irishman-the two of them never seemed to hit it off. It’s hardly surprising, for who could be a friend of a man who was prepared to defraud the Church of money on the basis of trickery? You remember his supposed blindness? Mind you, I think Godfrey disliked him for more mundane reasons. He wanted to buy the plot that John was living on, and John refused to let him have it.”
“Why would Godfrey have wanted a run-down little place like that?”
“Godfrey was a rich man. He had his whims. I think he wanted somewhere else to put his livestock, and he has a growing number of staff-had, I should say. That little yard with the cottage would have been ideal, bordering right on his land.”
“How does John of Irelaunde strike you? Has he ever shown you aggression?”
Coffyn’s lip curled into a sneer. “That little sod? He wouldn’t dare! If he had, I would have let my men loose on him, and we’d soon see how disrespectful he would be after that.”
“You do have several new fellows here,” Baldwin noted dispassionately.
The merchant shot him a look. “Are you insinuating that one or two of them could have been involved in this?” he demanded hotly, but his temper cooled as quickly as it had erupted. “My apologies, Sir Baldwin. I seem only ever to hear of complaints about my men. No, I know that three were here last night before I returned, and the others were with me on my trip. But when I got back here, I had all of them in my yard helping me unload my cart. And none of them could have gone next door between that time and my hearing the call from Godfrey’s.”
“I see. Tell me, when you heard the shout, where were you?”
“When I got home, I had the wagon pull up in the yard, and immediately went inside to seek my wife. She wasn’t in the hall, so I told all the guards there to help unload the goods and went to see her in my solar. I…I had thought I heard someone in my private chambers, so I had a good look around. I even called up the guards to help me. That was when I heard the shout-while I was in my bedchamber.”
“And you didn’t go straight out when you heard the cry?”
“Well, no. No, I had the impression that someone was here, you see. It was only when I heard the scream that I realized something was dreadfully wrong at Godfrey’s house, and I ran there with one of my men.”
“Leaving the other guards…?”
“I left them looking still.”
“For whoever might have been in your private rooms.” Baldwin nodded; he need ask no more. The merchant’s face had become flushed, but not with anger, and now he avoided Baldwin’s eye. It was clear enough that Coffyn had expected to find someone there, and that he had been unwilling to give up his search. That was why he had left most of his men there when he eventually decided to find out what was going on next door. He was still hoping that they might catch the man. “Tell me, which guard did you take with you? He might have noticed something you did not.”
Coffyn shrugged and bellowed, “William! Come here a minute.”
The guard from the door appeared a few moments later. There was something unsettling about him, something that grated, and the knight tried to isolate what it could be. Generally, the man looked happy and calm, with an easy demeanor, and a relaxed attitude: he still had his thumbs hooked into his belt. His mouth was fixed in a perpetual half-grin, but there was nothing sneering about it, it merely made him look as if he knew that meeting someone new was bound to be interesting and rewarding. His eyes too looked frank and cheerful, with little crow’s feet at the corners, as if he was ready in an instant to burst into laughter. He gave one the feeling that he would be good company over a jug of ale.
But there was still that hint of readiness about him. Baldwin had lived among soldiers for the greater part of his life, had trained with them, and seen them in action, and this guard had the same aura of danger. His dark eyes were almost bovine, but they were also steady and intelligent; his hands hardly moved from his belt, but that meant they were always close to his dagger’s hilt; he stood easily, his legs a short distance apart, but he was also braced as if prepared to repel an attack at any moment.
“I believe you went with your master yesterday to the house next door, and you found Godfrey’s body with him?”
“That’s right, sir. We went straight in as soon as we heard the scream, and found all three of ”em on the floor.“
“Your master then sent you to find the constable and raise the Hue?”
“Yes, sir. He remained to prevent anyone else from breaking in and stealing anything.”