Sworn Brother by Tim Severin

place was shuttered and locked. I hammered on the door until a neighbour called out to say that the housekeeper was away visiting her family, and expected back that evening. I was soaked by the time she finally returned and let me in. She told me that all the skalds who had regular employment with Knut were still in Denmark. Those, like my absent-minded mentor Herfid who had no official appointment at court, had packed up and drifted away. I asked if I could stay in the lodgings for a few days until my future was clear.
    It was a week before Aelfgifu sent a messenger to fetch me and I went with high hopes, remembering my last visit to her rooms in the palace. This time I was shown to an audience room, not to her private chamber. Aelfgifu was seated at a table, sorting through a box of jewellery.
    ‘Thorgils,’ she began, and the tone of her voice warned me at once that she was going to be businesslike. This was not a lover’s tryst. I noticed, however, that she waited until the messenger who fetched me had left the room before she spoke. ‘I have to talk to you about life in London.’ She paused, and I could see that she was trying to find a way between her private feelings and her caution. ‘London is not like Northampton. This palace has many ears and eyes, and there are those who, from jealousy or ambition, would do anything to damage me.’
    ‘My lady, I would never do anything to put you at risk,’ I blurted out.
    ‘I know,’ she said, ‘but you cannot hide your feelings. Your love is written in your face. That is one thing that I found so appealing when we were in the country. Don’t you remember how Edgar would joke about it - he used to say, “Love and a cough cannot be hid”. He had so many of those proverbs.’ Here she paused wistfully for a moment. ‘So, however much you may try to conceal your love, I don’t think you would be successful. And if that love was constantly on display before me, I cannot guarantee that I might not respond and reveal all.’
    Anguished, I wondered for a moment if she would forbid me to see her ever again, but I had misjudged her.
She went on. ‘I have been thinking about how it might be possible for us to meet from time to time - not often, but at least when it is safe to do so.’
    My spirits soared. I would do anything to see her. I would trust to her guidance, however much it might hurt me.
    Aelfgifu was playing with the contents of the jewellery box, lifting up a necklace or a pendant, letting it slide back through her fingers, then picking up a ring or a brooch and turning it so that the workmanship or the stones caught the light. For a moment she seemed distracted.
    ‘There is a way, but you will have to be most discreet,’ she said.
‘Please tell me. I’ll do whatever you wish,’ I replied.
    ‘I’ve arranged for you to stay with Brithmaer. You don’t know him yet, but he is the man who supplies me with most of my jewels. He came to visit me this morning to show me his latest stock, and I told him that in future I preferred to have my own agent staying at his premises, someone who knows my tastes’ — she said this without a trace of irony - ‘so that when anything interesting comes in from abroad, I will see it without delay.’
    ‘I don’t know anything about jewellery, but, of course, I’ll do whatever is necessary,’ I promised her.
    ‘I’ve asked Brithmaer to give you some training. You’ll have plenty of time to learn. Of course he won’t instruct you himself, but one of his craftsmen will. Now go. I will send for you when I judge it to be safe.’
    One of Aelfgifu’s servants showed me the way to Brithmaer’s premises, which was just as well because it was a long walk from the palace to the heart of the city, near the new stone church of St Paul, where the land slopes towards the Thames waterfront. Biverside London reminded me of Dublin, only it was very much bigger. Here was the same stench of fetid foreshore, the same jostle and