Their time in Tours proved brief. The bishop greeted Gaius with all the pomp of a visiting bishop and gave Festuscato a brief smile. Festuscato heard Gaius referred to as the apostle to the Franks and as the Bishop of Tournai, though Festuscato knew of nothing official in that direction. Certainly, Gaius never said anything.
The abbot of Saint Martins was there, a man named Maurentius. He came dressed to travel and go with them to apply to the Pope to approve his monastery with the appendage for women. Maurentius, Dibs, Marcellus and Festuscato got to know each other while Gaius got wined and dined. Festuscato found Maurentius to be a frumpy friar Tuck sort of fellow, good natured, and not a finger shaker when the conversation got a bit bawdy. He would fit right in.
The first night after leaving Tours took them to Fierbois, hardly a village on the road to Pontiers. Maurentius and Gaius were both surprised when Festuscato suggested it might be a good place for a church, and a satellite monastery for Saint Martins, and especially for the women.
“It would be a good place for pilgrims to stop and refresh themselves,” he said.
“Another Saint Martins?” Maurentius wondered.
“People would get confused by that,” Marcellus said. Dibs and Gaius knew not to interrupt.
“I was thinking Saint Catherine would be a good choice, especially for any women on the road. They would see it as a safe haven on the border between Visigoth and Roman lands.”
“I like Saint Catherine,” Emma spoke up from the cooking fire.
“Saint Catherine,” Felix echoed as he took something to his children.
“Saint Catherine de Fierbois,” Festuscato said.
“It has a nice ring to it,” Gaius interjected.
“Anyway, after this I’ll mind my own business. But I was thinking the Visigoths could use some spiritual guidance. I hear many of them are Arians and do not know the true catholic faith, and this would be right on their border, or near enough.”
“No, I like the idea,” Maurentius said. “I may mention it to the Pope. The people of Aquitaine are mostly Christian, but many Visigoth nobles remain stubbornly Arian. Having plans to expand the true church into the territory might help Saint Martin’s gain papal approval.”
Festuscato said no more, but in the morning, he confessed to Gaius something about the future and for once, Gaius said he had nothing to feel guilty about.
It took two weeks to reach Tolouse, the Visigoth capital. No one bothered them all the way through Visigoth land, and when they arrive at Thorismund’s court, they appeared welcomed, at first. Festuscato caught wind of the fact that Thorismund was not happy with Rome and with him for turning him away from finishing off Attila.
“Now my father is not avenged,” he said. But his younger brother, Theodoric junior who also participated in the fight against Attila simply shook his head, sadly. Festuscato understood. Thorismund was not that bright and indeed, would not occupy the throne for long. But in the meanwhile, Festuscato had to watch out. During his life and career, Festuscato found that such men were easy to manipulate and easy to turn in the right direction with the simplest of arguments, as he turned Thorismund away from the battlefield; but once they got their mind stuck in a rut, they were impossible to reach. Festuscato took Theodoric’s unspoken warning to Felix, Dibs and Marcellus.
“Felix has the money. If I am delayed, your orders are to go to Narbonne on the south coast. I will meet you there, but again, if I am delayed, you must take the first ship for Rome, before the cold weather arrives. If all else fails, at least you will get home and I will meet you in Rome.”
“You are serious,” Dibs sounded surprised, though he should not have been, since he got left behind when Festuscato first sailed out of Britain for the continent.
“I have never heard you order anyone,” Gaius confessed. “You always ask.”
“I had to order the four horsemen. I practically yelled at them, but they will see you safely all the way to Rome, if necessary.”
“We will do this thing,” Marcellus agreed, and Felix shook Festuscato’s hand.
“Good luck,” he said.
The very next day, Festuscato found himself thrown into a dungeon cell with a single, small window much too high up to reach.
Festuscato got left alone by his jailer, Gormand. He was not sure what Gormand’s orders were, but as long as they did not include torture, Festuscato could wait and hope—and try to figure some way out of his predicament. It helped when on that very first day, the fairies Ironwood, Clover and Heather came fluttering in the little window. Festuscato frowned and tried not to yell at them.
“Clover and Heather are running away from home,” Ironwood confessed. “We followed you all the way here from Chalons.”
“Yes, and why are you here?” Festuscato asked.
“Well, someone has to keep an eye on these children,” Ironwood said with a smile.
“We are not children,” Clover insisted.
“I’m one hundred and three and Clover is nearly two hundred,” Heather insisted, looking very much like a petulant child.
“One seventy-six, and Ironwood is just two sixty-five. Still young enough for a fairy,” Festuscato said, and Clover and Heather eyed each other, and realized Festuscato knew all about them in a way they had not really considered before. He could look at them right down to the depths of their toes. “Still, I am glad you are here,” Festuscato said, to change the subject. He did not want to frighten the young couple with his awesome presence, as some of the ancient gods used to talk about it. “You can help me plan my escape, and Ironwood, if you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate you taking a message to Gaius and the men to tell them to get out now and head for Narbonne while they can.”
“I can do that. Father Gaius seems very nice, for a human.”
“Would you like us to find some diggers?” Heather asked, avoiding the name goblins. “It would take some time to dig you out. There isn’t an easy tribe under your feet like in Tournai.”
“No, no.” Festuscato said, like someone else might have said, “Tut-tut.” He would have to plan his route out of the city and once he left the city, and he would need a horse among other things. Just getting out of the cell would not be enough. “We will work on it. I am going to try to reason with my captors first. Meanwhile, I would not mind one digger, as you said. It would be good to have one while I am sleeping to keep the rats, spiders, and bats away.”
Heather shrieked loudly at the thought of rats, spiders, and bats. She threw herself into Clover’s arms, which she felt inclined to do in any case, and which he felt glad she did. Gormand came to the door and slid open the little window in the door to yell.
“What was that?”
“I have a young girl in here and we are making wild, passionate love,” Festuscato responded. Ironwood flew up to the window so Gormand could get a good look at him.
“Hello,” he said in a friendly manner, his only previous experience with jailers being the Frank who eventually made peace in his mind and heart with having fairies around. Gormand did not strike Festuscato as the same sort of man. He shrieked, a high-pitched sound to match Heather’s, and he shut the cover on the window in the door and ran away.