Daylight was quickly fading and twilight gathering; if I sent them back now it would be dark before they reached the estuary. âVery well,â I relented, âyou can stay here with me tonight, but you must leave in the morning.â
Padraig said nothing, but set about making a fire. Sarn tied the boat to a post driven into the earthen bank that served as part of the harbor wall. That finished, he brought out a bundle and began unwrapping itâloaves of bread, dried fish and pork, and other things to make a meal. âThere is ale in the stoup,â he said. âLady Ragna thought you might like a last good drink before going to the Holy Land.â
Stepping over the bow and into the ship, I found the jar.
âHow did you know I would still be here?â
The seaman shrugged. âThere were no trading ships when I left you. If any came they would not have departed so soon.â
âSo now it is Sarn the Shrewd, I suppose?â
He smiled. âWe would have drunk the ale whether you were here or not.â
âSee you do not drink too much,â I warned lightly. âYou are leaving in the morningâ both of you. Together.â
We ate our meal, and night gathered around us. Torches were lit along the bank, and we sat drinking ale and watching the flickering light along the quayside. It was quiet; there were few ships in the harbor, and most of the sailors were at one or the other of the townâs inns.
âThere are not many ships coming here, I think,â Sarn observed. âHow long will you wait?â
âAs long as it takes,â I replied, slightly annoyed by the question. âI talked with a man yesterday who was at Rouen in the spring. He said the Franks are raising men for the Holy Land.â
âRouen,â repeated Padraig. âThat is where Lord Ranulf and the northern noblemen joined the crusade.â
âIt is,â I confirmed.
âThen maybe we should go there,â suggested the monk.
âIs that not the very thing I plan to do,â I retorted, my irritation growing, âas soon as I can get a ship?â
âYou already have a ship,â Padraig pointed out. âSarn could take us.â
I might have resented the idea if it had not struck me as faintly ridiculous. âHe might,â I agreed haughtily, âif he had a chart and provisions enough for such a trip.â
Sarn brightened, his smile wide in the dark. âI have these things.â
I stared at him. Had the two of them conspired in this? âThe boat is too small,â I complained. Truly, I had imagined sailing into Jerusalem aboard a Norse longship like the one my father had journeyed in.
âSmall, yes,â Sarn conceded amiably, âbut the boat is sound and the weather good. It could easily be done.â
âWhere did you get a chart?â I asked.
âThe monastery provided the chart,â Padraig replied, and explained how Abbot Emlyn had personally supervised the copying and preparation.
âAnd you have provisions?â
âThese we have also,â confirmed Sarn. âEnough for threemen for several weeks of daysâalthough the abbot does not think it will take so long.â
âWe can depart in the morning,â Padraig pointed out. âIf you have no objection, that is.â
âSince you both seem to be determined,â I said, âthen I will allow it. You can accompany me to Rouen, and I shall be glad of the company. Once we reach the port, however,â I continued, raising a finger in warning, âyou will turn around and sail home. Is that understood?â
They both regarded me curiously.
âIs that understood?â I repeated.
âIt is a long way to Frankland,â Padraig mused. âPerhaps it would be best to wait until we see what we find when we get there.â
So, we sailed for Rouen, leaving the next morning as soon as it was light enough to navigate the river estuary.
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