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"Now you are of the brotherhood," said Morven next day. "'Tis best that you seek
Evan. Gull's Egg."
"But where do we start?" asked Jan. "To seek you we bad at least the name
Wanda."
"I think we have a clue," she replied. "It smacks of the sea near Dunbrand, I think.
"
"True rede," said Thur. "Bartzebal dare not speak falsely while he were in the
triangle but we dare not go to Dunbrand and ask for Evan Gull's Egg without some
reason; folk would talk and talk would go straight to Fitz-Urse."
"Nay," she said, "go first to Simon Pipeadder, he is old and I think hath much
knowledge. He will obey you now you are of the brotherhood."
So that night Thur consulted the stars, and finding them favourable the three men
started out the next morning.
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Arriving at the outskirts of Jan's farm, Truda the goose girl soon brought old
Simon. At first he was not helpful; "Na na, maister, 'tis turrible risky, and mistress be like
a demon unloosed these days. She ses you brought a devil straight from hell, maister Jan,
and she skeered un away wi' her holy water, tha-at she du, so she beats us all who had
truck wi’ un.”
"Yes, yes, Simon, but how may a castle be stormed unless we come to it?”
Simon shook his head with vigorous obstinacy; "Na, maister, it be turrible risky."
"But you do know Evan Cull's Egg?"
"Aye, maister."
"Well, to take the castle we must fight. We may not fight without risk. Would you
have us cowards?"
"What want you wi' Evan Gull's Egg? He be an outlander and turrible unchancy."
"Would he betray us, think you?"
"Nay, perhaps not; he hates the Normans. But he loves money and he be not o' the
brotherhood. "
"But I am," said Jan, describing a pentacle in the air with his thumb
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thrust between his fingers.
"O, maister Jan, maister Jan! Thou hast been spying, thou knowest not the way
into a circle."
"I was taken," said Jan, "with two passwords and I received a third."
"And where was he that led lee into circle? Answer me that," gasped Simon.
"She led me from behind," said Jan.
"O, maister Jan, maister Jan, this is happiness," gasped Simon. "Truly thou art of
the brotherhood, but how far hast gone?"
"I have been through the inverted triangle and through the inverted pentacle," was
the reply.
"O joy, I must ever do as thou sayest, you whom holy Maiden be helping, and
who hast been through pentacle," was the reply. But, turning suspiciously to Thur and
Olaf, "What of these? You should not speak of such,things before outsiders."
"Never fear, Simon. Thur is as I am and Olaf has been through the triangle. "
"Well, well, I must do as thou biddest me, maister, but I like it not and mistress
will sure beat me black and blue when she catches me, I think I derner go back to farm."
"Never mind, go fetch the black mare and send word you are ill and can't come to
work; she may believe it," and old Simon trotted off with a new spring in his gait.
Soon he returned on a powerful black mare, and all four rode steadily till the
forest began to thin and gave way to scattered farms. At the edge of the forest-Simon
drew rein and with an all-embracing sweep of the hand said: "Yonder lies they lands,
maister, as far as the eye can reach and a good bit farder. "
"Aye," muttered the dispossessed, "and what is that beyond? Is that the sea?"
Olaf pointed across the flats to a dark smudge on the skyline. "And that?"
Simon chuckled; "Aye, maister, that be Dunbrand."
The Bonders accepted the fact without comment; the distance was too great for
any details to be seen. "Have you been there since our father's day?"
"Aye, thrice, while castle was building."
"But my grandsire's stronghold?" Jan interposed hastily.
"'Twere gutted by fire, it were an old, ancient place, built they say in good King
Alfred's day, an' folks say 'twere an old Roman castle afore that, and the Bonders came
here from the sea, and lived here free men
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afore the Normans ruled the land, and then, well you know how it was, wi' die Fitz-Urses,
an' the fight."
"And only my father escaped?"
"Aye, and me and others you knows of ... I were but thirty then. Lord, it seems but
yesterday."
"I will deal with them ... suitably, so help me God," Jan exclaimed in a burst of
passion.
"Amen to that," said Olaf and Thur together.
"And the castle?"
"Fitz-Urse's building most on it, nigh twenty years it's tuk him, 'tis bare finished
yet. He went to holy land wi' good King Richard, and brought a mort o' queer fashionings
back they say; soft cushions and triflings like that 'as no Christian man has ever seed
afore. "
"How far is it from here?"
"A matter o' three leagues, maister."
They rode on till they came nigh the sea, and a small fishing village lay beneath
them. Simon drew rein and pointed. At first they could see nothing but a jagged line of
clifftop through the haze, then the line broke revealing a great naked rock standing alone
sheer out of the water which surged around its base. Then they picked out a narrow
bridge across the chasm, and what at first appeared to be rugged rocks took the form of
battlements.
Simon pointed; "See that black there, 'tis a gert big cave, wi' water for floor, they
keeps their boats i' it, there be a way fro' there to a ledge where rock overhangs an' there
be another ledge o' top, where tha be a gert big windlass so be as they haul up stores, an' a
postern leads. into castle, an' it was always so but none can get in that way unless they be
hauled up in basket as they do indeed haul up their boat-men; and all the stone for
building did come that way. "
As the castle stood, it looked as if one man could hold it against thousands, so
inapproachable did it seem. They realised also that on the mainland side of the bridge
rose twin towers of a barbican.
"Well," said Thur. "A tough nut to crack, lead us on to Evan Gull's Egg, good
Simon."
"Right, bide ye here, maisters. I go seek un."
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"Got un, maister," gasped Simon a little later, pushing an uncouth-looking man.
"'E ses wat do 'ce want wi' 'ee?'
"You are called Evan Gull's Egg?" said Thur.
"Aye, so folks call me" was the surly reply.
"You climb the cliffs for gulls' eggs?"
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"Aye."
Thur showed him a groat. "Do you ever get eggs from the castle rock?"
"Na, master, Fitz-Urse loves not any to climb that rock, an' what he dislikes he
shows wi' arrows."
"But you have climbed it?"
Evan gave him a shrewd look but said nothing. Thur showed him a gold besant.
The man's breath caught in his throat but he said nothing:
"I would climb that rock. Is there a way?"
"Master, I ha' a throat and my wife has one and so ha' my three childer. If any go
up that rock, Fitz-Urse will blame it on me and five throats will be slit. He knoweth well
none other could do it."
Thur placed three more pieces by the first.
The man's eyes glistened. "What's your will?" he whispered.
"There is a postern that leads to the great windlass; set me with some of my
friends outside it some dark night."
"That way be right perilous, but I might on a misty, moonlight night; but I must
ha' twenty-five pieces, wi' the king's majesty's head on un. I can climb and fix ropes, so
ye may follow safely, perhaps; but, you understand, you pay me the money, half ere we
start, half when I set ye on the ledge. What ye do then I know not nor care. I'll ha' ma
woman and childer i' ma cobble below and wi' the money I go wi' them, days along the
coast ere I dare put me ashore where I buy me a farm. I dursent live here after. "
"Twenty-five pieces of gold? Impossible," exclaimed Thur,
"So, 'tis impossible I go for less," said Evan; getting up and making as if to go
away.
Thur motioned him to stay. "'Tis a mighty sum, friend, and not easy to come by.
But an I can get it, wilt do truly as you have said and not betray me to the Normans?"
Evan spat; "I love not Fitz-Urse an' his brood, I'd do un an ill-turn an I could wi'
safety. I'll not betray 'ee. But I must ha' what will let me settle in a new country far away.
Send word by Simon here an you want me," and he rose and shambled off.
"Twenty-five pieces of gold, 'tis a king's ransom," gasped Jan. "Hast got it, Thur?"
"Not I, but I might borrow. I have a house, but I know not who might lend. If
good King Richard had not banished all the Jews, 'twould have been easy. I can but try,
for truly I see no other way, and Bartzebal clearly said Evan would allow us up the secret
path."
Old Simon rejoined them, all bandaged up.
"What has happened, man?" gasped Jan.
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"'Tis naught, maister. I ha' been ripped by a gert boar. Kit did un wi' his knife and
tied me up, I'll tell mistress. I were 'urt lad and I swooned away like, and only cum to
hours arter. I'll get off a cudgelling an' I'll du no work for days like now. A man wat's been
half-killed like canna work for many days arter."
Jan goggled. "So that's the way of it? I remember something like this happened to
you before, last year, was it false also?"
"Aye, maister, I do be too aged to be cudgelled like ... "
Thur and Olaf were roaring with laughter, so in the end Jan laughed too, and they
all set out for home.
Morven greeted Thur when he reached the house with; "Brother Stephen has been
waiting to see you all day, I fear there is somewhat toward, but tell me how you fared?"
"None too well, none too ill," he replied wearily. "We found Evan Gull's Egg, and
he may help us at a price, but 'tis a heavy one and I see not the way too clearly as yet, but
there will be a way, never fear.
"But what wants Stephen?" (as Brother Stephen rose to greet him as he entered)
"I would speak with you, Thur, alone," and he glanced at Morven,
Thur dismissed her with a nod. "Speak freely, friend, there be none to hear."
Stephen hesitated. "What I have to say must be secret for your sake as well as
mine."
"As the grave," said Thur.
"Thur, I think you have often wondered what I do here. Thou knowest I have my
school in Paris."
Thur nodded.
"Thur, thou hast seen my horoscope, Jupiter is in exaltation with the sun and all
the other signs show the same thing. I can do great things for myself and others, and my
country, in a way that will be ever remembered. Now and in the next month I will have
the opportunity in this little town of St. Clare, and nowhere else. Now, what may all this
mean?
"How can I tell?" said Thur. "I know I have seen it, but perchance there is an error
in the calculations."
"But we checked it by many astrologers ere I came, and they all tell the same tale;
from France and Italy, Spain and Almain, Bohemia and the heathen Moors, all tell the
same and my friend, Lothair di Signi."
Thur nodded. "Lothair sent me to find it. What we must both have, 'tis as
important for him as it is for me, his horoscope shows it too. You
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know, he must have what he wants, to gain power."
"How may I help you friend?" asked Thur.
"Thur, I have wondered and watched and waited and I think I see clearly now.
Thou art working high magic, art magic somehow. That girl Morven haunts me, I dream
of her, Thur, you must work magic for me. Let me gain the power and let me begone."
Thur considered. "Magic is an ill word, what would the lord abbot say?"
"He would say: 'Make me young again or thou burnest, "' was the swift response.
"And I, Stephen, say; 'Work for me or the abbot's men raid the house within the hour,
Thur.' Didst think thou couldst do what thou didst two nights agone and not be noticed?"
Thur started. "What did I do?"
"Thur, half the town heard voices calling long after midnight and all. "
"May not a man have a few friends in for a junketing?"
"'Twas not the sound of men junketing. The smoke and smell of incense, thou
perfumed half the town and an hour after midnight, and as for that burst of black smoke
... the watchers saw it and trembled in their shoes saying: 'The foul fiend himself has
come for the leech and his lamen.' Then, when they saw you both, yestermorn, they said,
'Master Thur be sib with the devil himself.' So half the gossips of the town have been to
the abbey. I had hard work to keep the old man quiet. He wanted to raid you right away
and try what the rack would do. But I lied hard, I said, I knew what you were doing and
I'd get you to work for him. He is worth helping, Thur, if thou canst, for the sake of thy
life and limbs, if for no other reason. But, Thur, you must work for me first.
"Thur, call up the spirits for me this night, or the abbot's. men raid thee in half an
hour, two lay brothers wait outside an I come not soon. They take a sealed letter to the
abbot, so think not to stab me and so silence me that way. You must help me, Thur. "
"An I give you what help I may, wilt help me?"
"How?"
"I want money and I want the abbot kept off me for a time. "
"I can keep the abbot quiet all right, for a time, but I have no money, Thur, canst
not make it by magic?"
"Well then keep the abbot quiet. Money I cannot make, I am no master, but a
beginner, I get no more than advice. Wait, I will tell you my tale."
Stephen listened attentively. "I think I begin to, see," he said. "Well call up the
spirits for me. I can keep my mind on my desires. As for money, I think I can help there.
The abbey has much gold in store, they may
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not lend; usury is forbidden to churchmen. But, you can sell your house for say, twenty
gold pieces, and buy it back again in three months for say thirty, the abbey oft does things
like that, and it can be arranged that you may live in it for three months or more. If thou
takest the castle, you will get gold to repay. If thou dost not, well, I think you will not
need any house."
Thur made a wry face. "Thy terms are extortionate, but borrowers may not be
choosers."
Stephen rose. "Well, 'tis settled, I will speak to the abbot, telling him 'tis but a
foolish scare about magic and only a matter of you having some friends in and burning
some drugs that had gone bad. Now, what night wilt call the spirits for me?"
Thur pondered. "I must consult the stars and my parchments, but I know thy stars
are well aspected. I will prepare things in the morn ... come tomorrow night."
The next night, being Thursday the seventh of the new moon Stephen knocked,
and was admitted. After greetings, Thur said: "I have searched the parchments, I think
Dantilion is ,the best spirit for your purpose, he is a duke, great and mighty. His office; is
to teach all the arts and sciences unto any, and to declare the secret councils of anyone;
for he knoweth the thoughts of all men and he can change them at his will. Or at least so
the parchments say. This is a favourable night to call him. Morven and I have made the
pentacles to summon him, if your heart fails you not." "I would face the devil himself,"
came the rejoinder, "and, Thur, I have spoken to the abbot, you can have the gold, an you
sign this parchment, selling your house and its contents for twenty-two pieces, and you
may buy it back again for thirty-two any time within the six months. Will that suit you?
'Twas the best terms I could screw out of him." "Aye, borrowers may not help
themselves," grumbled Thur. "Now, come you up," and he led the way to where Morven
waited by a tub of warm water. Stephen who knew something of the theory of the art
magical, watched with a critical and interested eye, as Thur bathed, and then exorcised
the water, then purified himself, then Morven followed suit, and Stephen was in turn
purified. This being done, :exactly as when evoking Bartzebal, then Thur donned his
linen robe and handing one to Stephen prepared to mount to the loft above.
"Halt no robe for Morven?" demanded Stephen. "It is not seemly that a woman
should stand as God made her. in the presence of clad men. It passeth my understanding
whither hath fled her modesty." Stephen voiced his discontent with an austere kind of
grumpiness, as he eyed her with an unyielding disapproval. It was not so much her,
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nakedness to which he objected, as the fact that the nakedness was divided; if nakedness
was needful to the rite, well and good, if no, let all be clothed alike. Such was Stephen's
mind; he knew it was the custom that a witch must work naked to attain full power, but to
his surprise, he found himself excessively disliking the fact that this particular witch was
obeying the law.
He knew they were going to raise spirits; probably through the power of God, but
his natural austerity was such that he made a natural cleavage between sex and God. He
did not consider sex as sinful, he had seen too much of it. In the abbeys there was much
wantonness, but he could never admit to himself that things of the spirit had any
connection with the flesh. When Stephen Langton approached his God he wished to put
from him the idea there could be such a thing as sex. He knew some of the practises of
the. art magical by repute, he knew it was said these things were necessary, but he
approached it with some uneasiness. Could not things be so arranged to suit his own
notions? More power exerted somehow, to cover the weakness that would be caused by
the rites being mutilated?
Go through it he must; he was being driven forward by a stronger mind than his
own. He well knew his fate if he returned having failed in his mission especially through
his own weakness. Yet he had a lurking sense that he should not seek to attain his
ambitions this way. Yet he was amazed and impressed by the paraphernalia, the
thoroughness of the purification, the quotations from holy writ, the repeated mention of
the name of God. He expected something slightly adverse, if not diabolical, or at least
something tending that way, but it was so much a religious service that his mind was
raised to a lofty pitch of sublimity only to be brought to earth again at the sight of
Morven.
"We meet to worship God," he proclaimed, "to beseech him to permit us to
perform marvels. Put on thy raiment, woman, when you enter the presence of God."
Thur paused with one foot on the ladder and turned his head to the speaker, the
light of the lantern threw vast shadows on the walls, turning human beings into the
semblance of giants. Troubled and doubtful, Thur turned the lantern so its rays fell on
Stephen's face, in which the magus read hurt and shock. "We must do as the rite bids,
Stephen," he said. "Morven is necessary to me in the art, I cannot work without her. Thou
knowest she is a witch and so must do as ever witches must do, or her power fails. Rid
you of your distractions if you would succeed. Keep thy mind on thine own wishes; for if
you let the sight of Morven, or aught else perplex you, you lose all your power. You must
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'tis as you well know, the oldest trick of a mischievous spirit to appear thus, attempting to
divert your mind from its object; you must be above such things."
"But," said Stephen, "God is an unescapable fact. Nudity is another, both are
equally right in their appointed spheres, but they do not meet easily in my mind, it
savoureth of impiety, of blasphemy. So therefore do I protest against this blasphemy. "
"Stephen," said Thur, "a moment ago you spoke of this woman as being as God
made her, then how can it be blasphemy? God cannot blaspheme. We must have Morven,
and we must not limit her power. She enters the circle as my disciple and you as a
suppliant of God's grace. We work as God wills, and if God wills, she be as the rite
demands. If he will not vouchsafe to grant our requests, unless the rite be duly performed,
who are you, a mortal, to object?"
Stephen swallowed. "I fear," he said bluntly.
"Fear naught, keep your mind on your high endeavour and on him who sent you
here; he would have no such scruples. Set your mind on naught but your high desires.
Heed not trifles or all will fail. "
"Lead on," Stephen said grimly repressing further words; striving hard to
overcome his detestation of Morven's beauty. Yes he suddenly realised; that was what he
detested. If she was not so lovely, so exquisite!
But as soon as they entered the loft his mind was distracted by the strange signs
on the walls. The wonderful ceremony of forming the great circle: the consecration of the
fire; the lighting of the lights. The incense, which in this case was cedar, rose, cinnamon,
sandal and aloes. Then the long evocation and the repeated call; Come O Dantilion!
Dantilion come! Being exalted above ye in the power of the most high, 1 say unto you,
obey in the name of the mighty ones, Liachadae and Balachinensis, Paumachia and
Apolgiae Sedes, and of the mighty ones Liachadae, and the ministers of the house of
death. I evoke ye and by evoking conjure thee, and being exalted above thee in the power
of the most high, 1 say unto thee 'Obey'. In the name of him who spoke, and it was, him
whom all creatures and beings obey. 1, whom God hath made in the likeness of God who
is the creator according to his living breath. Come ... In the name which is the voice and
wonder of the almighty God, Eo, strong and unspeakable. O thou spirit Dantilion, 1 say
unto thee 'Obey!' In the name of him who speaks and is. And in every one of these names
of God.El, Elohim, Ehyah, Asher, Zabbaoth, Elion, lah, Tetragrammaton, Shaddai, Lord
God most high. In thy strength 1 say 'Obey.' O spirit Dantilion appear to his servant in a
moment before this circle. In the ineffable name Tetragrammaton, Jehovah. Whose
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being exalted in power the pillars are divided; the winds of the firmament groan aloud,
the earth moves in earthquake and all things of the house of heaven and earth and the
dwelling places of darkness are in torment and are confounded in thunder. Come forth O
Dantilion! Dantilion come!"
Stephen watched the room fill with the thick smoke of incense.
"Come O Dantilion!"
The smoke writhed and formed shapes which vanished almost as they were
formed. Stephen's heart beat faster, and through his veins surged that occult frenzy of
excitement which accompanies the fixation of will upon desire. Power! To rule kings. To
create a new law so that his beloved England might obey the same law and obtain the
same protection. There should be no more serfs, and men would be free to go, and love
and worship where they willed, and this is the gift of Stephen of Langton.
"Come O Dantilion! Dantilion, come!"
Stephen stirred uneasily; the strain of keeping his mind fixed wearied him; the
smoke of the incense grew denser. The strain began to hurt, but he determined to bear
this. Power he must have; power to rule kings. A charter of liberty; idly he watched
Morven replenishing the incense. A young girl, no, a flower, a blossom of flesh, her
mouth like a rosebud. He shook himself, never must he have such thoughts, he must keep
his mind clear and fixed; it must not waver in the slightest. He shook himself more
angrily; "Power!"
He looked at the billowing smoke and now noticed that it was flowing in a steady
stream outside the circle as if drawn by a strong draught. The room had now vanished
from view, though the inside of the circle was entirely clear of smoke. He could imagine
that there were spirits in that dense cloud; but they were invisible. Would the ceremony
never end? He must not think of such things; he must concentrate. He knew he must keep
his mind fixed, but he felt as though a sword was piercing his brain from the intense
effort of concentration. He dragged back his thoughts with a supreme effort and
concentrated with renewed vigour.
Then the smoke wavered as an elderly man, carrying a big book, came forward
and stopped before him, at the very edge of the circle. For a second Stephen thought it
was a man who had come into the room for some purpose, but there was such a look of
power in his eyes, such a look of terrible beauty in the awesome face, in which was
neither human weakness, pity nor mercy. There was a soul-freezing glitter in his eyes,
and yet they were kindly. Power radiated from him. Behind him, seen through the
billowing smoke, were crowds of faces; men and
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women, changing melting and forming anew.
Thur's voice changed from command to the softness of a greeting, but the spirit
ignored him entrely. Looking at Stephen, he said: "A mortal who knows what he wants!
Most interesting. Dabblers in the occult who trouble us for what they know not, and seek
to entangle us in their petty affairs but weary us. If we were to grant all their boons, as
they ask for them, it would almost always bring about the opposite effect to that which
they had intended. But you know what you want. Fools often ask to be made kings,
though kings have no power save what their ministers give to them, but you have the
correct attitude, and so it may be arranged. I notice also that you do not ask for
happiness."
"Happiness!" The thought struck Stephen like a blow, he looked at Morven, but
now her loveliness entranced him, her sinuous grace, her full red mouth; the smooth
sweet line of her arms; her twin breast buds. She saw his changed glance and shook her
head meaningly.
Stephen started. "No. No. No!" his mind shouted. Happiness was not for him. His
was to be a life of power. To rule men and kingdoms. No time for happiness!
He saw Dantilion was laughing. "You have passed the test, friend," he said. "You
want to be a cardinal and an archbishop. It can be arranged, in time. Now learn.
Archbishop Hubert Walter died over a year ago and men think no successor has yet been
appointed. But the monks of Canterbury, secretly at midnight, have elected their
Sub-Prior Reginald and have sent him to Rome for confirmation. But the secret will leak
out, and Lackland in his rage will force others to elect John de Gray and dispatch him to
Rome for confirmation. The pope will profess that both elections are null, and will
demand a new election by representatives of the monks in his presence. So get ye to
Rome swiftly with what you wot of." He paused: "Now, ye have seen how to summon
me, with a will as strong as steel, and a mind as clear as ice. " He looked round
reflectively. "You will need someone; a woman is best, a witch for preference of course; a
nun perhaps; a young boy will sometimes do, to form a medium between the world of
men and ours. Someone who can give out much power; such as this wench.
"Now I go. Remember all I tell thee. 'Tis needless to dismiss me. I go," and he
dissolved into the intense smoke.
"Thou hast mighty powers," gasped Thur, for as the spirit vanished; the smoke
suddenly invaded the circle. Coughing and spluttering they all dived for the ladder, and
rushing to a window flung open the shutter and hung out gasping
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Castles and lands
The beams of the full moon struggled to pierce the sea mist as Jan, Thur and Olaf
marshalled their men into several small fishing boats. Olaf was sent with ten archers, to
lie outside the barbican, and stop any messengers who might be sent in or out of the
castle, and also (though he did not know it) to ensure that if the attack failed one Bonder
might survive to carry on the line. All the able-bodied men of the brotherhood from the
forest were there, together with Jan's six men and some fishermen, who also belonged to
the witch cult, and who were good cragsmen.
Jan and Thur had no illusions; if they failed there was a very small chance of there
being any survivors. But they had a good chance if they could get in undetected.
They had laid their plans well. Fitz-Urse with his lady and second son, Rual, had
ridden out that day with twenty men-at-arms and a few servants. Rumour had it they
would not return for several days. This meant there would not be more than thirty
fighting men and a score of servants left in the castle, of these. they knew at least six men
would be on guard in the barbican and so unable to aid their fellows in the castle, if they
could only gain control of the drawbridge before the alarm went.
Evan Gull's Egg was in his little cobble, with his wife and children and much
household gear; he got out and slouched over to Thur, saying; "I am here, show me the
gold."
Thur showed him the twenty-five coins then replaced them in a little pouch. "On
top of the rock," he said.
Evan grunted. "'Tis nigh a man's life to seek new homes and companions. "
"'Tis your own wish," Thur replied.
Evan grunted louder than ever. "Come on an you will." He. sulkily shoved the
little cobble off.
The other boats followed him with muffled oars, and were soon in the mouth of
the cave. There was a rough landing place cut in the rock and some mooring rings. Evan
pointed out some boats hauled up on the sand' inside. the cave. "Fitz-Urse's boats," he
growled. Silently they moored their own boats and landed. Evan led them up steps cut in
the rock, to a wide ledge which ran upwards ending in an open space, about twenty feet
wide, and some fifty feet above the sea. The cliff towered up