‘We won’t be long,’ I told Wace, who had agreed to wait and keep watch along with Baudri, Serlo and Pons. ‘If you see anything in the meantime, give the signal.’
The rest of us climbed from the punt. My feet subsided into the soft, sucking mud, and it took me a moment to find my balance. Chill marsh-water soaked my trews up to my ankles and crept into my shoes, curling its icy tendrils around my toes. There came the startled cries of a pair of moorhens woken from their sleep, followed by two splashes as they entered the water, but those were the only sounds to be heard. I gave the Englishman a shove in the back to start him moving, and Eudo and I followed behind him, keeping our hands close to our sword-hilts. None of us had seen anything to suggest the enemy were here at Litelport, and it would be bad fortune indeed if we happened to stumble upon them, but all the same it was better to be ready, just in case.
We ventured some hundred paces or so inland, to a patch of open grassland, in the middle of which a solitary marker stone rose to the height of a man’s waist, and I reckoned that would serve as a good landmark.
‘This is as far as we take you,’ I said. ‘You’ll find your own way from here.’
He nodded, understanding. Not wanting to linger here any longer than we had to, I set straightaway to loosening his bonds. I’d tied them tighter that was probably necessary, and I imagined his wrists must be raw from the rope chafing against his skin. Still, he’d made no complaint before and he made none now. Long moments passed while I picked at the knot, but eventually it came loose.
‘Here,’ I said, unbuckling Godric’s sword-belt with the gem-studded scabbard from where it hung around my waist, and passing it to him. We’d already returned his hauberk and chausses, on the king’s orders, and now Eudo tossed him his silver-and-gold-inlaid helmet as well. It would do no good to deprive the Englishman of such treasured possessions when we were trying to win his friendship. For the same reason I also gave him back his four gold rings, although with some reluctance, since they were beautiful things, engraved with a fine runic script and polished to such a shine that they gleamed like the sun. They would have fetched a handsome price. As would Godric himself, had we simply ransomed him to his uncle as he’d begged.
‘Take this, too,’ I said, drawing from inside my cloak the parchment scroll that bore King Guillaume’s writ and seal. ‘Allow no one to see it save for your uncle.’
The Englishman nodded, trembling slightly as he took it. ‘What should I say? When I return to Elyg, I mean. How do I explain where I’ve been?’
I’d been thinking about that. I hadn’t forgotten that some of his scouting-party had fled when they saw their leader captured, and presumably had given their accounts of the ambush when they arrived back at Elyg. His story would need to accord with theirs.
‘To anyone but Morcar,’ I said, and I spoke slowly so that he could hear me clearly, ‘say that we almost succeeded in capturing you, but you managed to slip away into the trees. We gave chase, of course, but eventually you managed to lose us. Then you hid during the day, waiting until darkness fell so as to make certain that you wouldn’t fall into our hands again. Do you think you can remember all that?’
‘I’ll try,’ he replied.
From anyone else’s lips such an admission of cowardice might have sounded strange, but from his I felt sure it would seem convincing enough.
‘This, then, is where we part,’ I said. ‘Remember this place. For the next three nights, there will be someone waiting here for you to bring an answer from your uncle. You will come unarmed and you will come alone. Do you understand?’
‘I understand.’
‘Very well,’ I said. ‘Now, go, before I decide that the king was wrong after all and that you’re of more use to us dead.’
He didn’t need telling twice. I barely had time to blink before he had turned his back and scurried off, half running and half stumbling, through the long grass. He was slowed a little by the weight of his mail, but the mist obscured the moon’s light and so it wasn’t long before he disappeared into the darkness. Thus Godric, thegn of Corbei, went to deliver his message and persuade Morcar to change his allegiance.
A part of me wondered whether we would ever see him again. I wasn’t alone, either.
‘You realise he won’t come back, don’t you?’ Wace said when we’d returned to the inlet where the willows grew and pushed out on to the water. ‘He knows he was fortunate to escape with his life. He won’t dare put himself at our mercy a second time.’
‘Even if he does deliver the message to his uncle as he promised, what if Morcar refuses King Guillaume’s offer?’ Eudo asked. ‘Where will we be then?’