The Outlaws of Ennor: (Knights Templar 16) Read Online Free

priest. There hadn’t seemed much point in going to look at a mass of water. Then he had sailed here, first to St Elidius, and more recently to Ennor, to his little church of St Mary’s, and he had loved the place immediately.
    The church was set at the western edge of Porthenor, the ‘doorway’ to Ennor, the place where a boat could put in or go out. Here the church stood, high above the water, so that it should be safe even if there were a storm. There was a monk on St Nicholas Island who remembered storms which had brought the seas up the beach as far as the doors of his church; the saltwater had washed through the priory’s main undercroft, and it was only the speed of the monks that had rescued their wine.
    Those storms must have been terrible, William thought. Not that the idea worried him. He had an entirely fatalistic attitude to life. If God wanted to take him, He would, and that would be that. In the meantime, William intended making the best fist of his life as possible.
    Onthe opposite side of the bay he could see the cottages of the fishermen and peasants in the little town of La Val, as the monks from Tavistock called it. La Val – ‘Down There’. It was a silly name for the place, but William rather liked it. It made him feel as though he was set apart, up here on his hillside, peaceful in his isolation.
    In the bay in front of him, he saw a small boat come racing in on the wind. That was strange in its own right. Usually ships had to make their way laboriously against the wind when they came up into this bay. The fact that this vessel was speeding along must mean that the wind had changed direction again. William gazed back out to sea and felt the first prickings of concern.
    Far off to the east and south, a mass of blackness loomed menacingly on the horizon. It was the sort of weather that broke doors, tore away roofs, slaughtered cattle, and dropped tree limbs on unsuspecting fools as they lay in their beds. Awesome, impressive, and as terrible as God’s rage. If this storm came here and struck the islands, William reckoned he would be called out to many a burial.
    The melancholy thought made him decide. He had a small flock of sheep, and before this weather hit, he must bed them down. Otherwise the lot would disperse all over the island … and there were some people who were less trustworthy than others. Better that he should prevent a peasant from being tempted. One of his lambs would be enough meat for a month for most of the families here, and many would be pleased to accept such a gift without asking God why He had so enriched them.
    A sharp gust blew at him, hurling salty mizzle at his face, and he glanced back at the sea, murmuring a short prayer. Before long night would fall, and then any poor devils out there on the water would be at God’s mercy. It would be a terrible death for those who were thrown against the cruel spurs of rock that surrounded the islands. William set his jaw at the thought, then marched off to the lean-to shed behind his church. Stabbing a forkful of hay, he thrust it over his shoulder and followed the mud-filled track that led upwards to the fields that were a part of his glebe behind the church.
    Here, he whistled and called to his little flock. A boy from La Val was there to guard them, but tonight William commanded him toreturn home. If the foul weather came here, it would be cruel to keep the lad out in the elements. Besides, as William gathered up his flock and took them down to the little rough-walled shed at the bottom of the pasture, he reflected that there was little point in the lad remaining. Protection against animals was unnecessary here. There were no wolves, no foxes; the worst pests were crows and dogs, and neither of them would be out once the storm hit.
    There was a rock set at the highest point of his wall, where he often sat to muse and plot his sermons. The view from here, over the seas towards Geow and beyond, was always fascinating to him, and