'I'm almost there now,' she panted. Entering the nearest cubicle, she dumped the buckets on the floor. Immediately Julitta took over the task of pouring the water into the huge bathtub. She saw that it would take at least another three journeys to fill it to a sufficient level, and knew that her mother would make herself ill if she did not rest. The cough which had bothered her throughout the winter had not eased with the advent of spring, and Julitta had become alarmed at how gaunt her once robust mother had become.

Whisking the empty buckets from beneath Ailith's nose, Julitta was gone before her mother could protest. When she returned, the buckets full to the brim and steaming, Ailith was scattering herbs into the tub to scent the water. From the main room, where guests were greeted and made at home, they heard Merielle's alluring voice and the laughter of men.

'I thought she was only entertaining Edmund?' Julitta said, eyeing the tub which, although capacious, was certainly not large enough for three. Perhaps they would all go into the steam room together.

Ailith coughed harshly. 'Agatha told me he'd brought a friend with him. She's sent for Celestine to provide him with hospitality.'

Dame Agatha would be pleased, Julitta thought as she journeyed to and fro with the buckets to fill the bath. Edmund was one of her best customers, and if he was introducing all his rich friends to the location, then so much the better for business. Celestine was Agatha's second-best girl, and like Merielle, only involved herself with the wealthiest clients.

Julitta's assumption of Dame Agatha's delight was correct, for when the proprietor came to discover if the bath was prepared for their guests, her plump face was wreathed in smiles and she presented Julitta with a silver penny for herself. 'You're a good lass,' she declared, patting Julitta's cheek. 'I know I shout at you oftimes, but it's more bark than bite. You're a good worker. Now, I want you to go round to the cookshop and bring back two roast capons, a manchet, and a dish of pepper sauce.'

Julitta turned to leave on her errand just as Merielle emerged from the main room with the two clients. Edmund's arm was around her waist, his hand fumbling at her breasts already. His friend was red in the face and kept touching his crotch. When he saw Julitta staring at him, he grinned, and striding forwards, snatched hold of her wrist in a grip heavy with rings.

'How much is this one?' he demanded of Dame Agatha.

Dame Agatha looked slightly taken aback, but she rallied quickly. 'I am sorry, Master Wulfstan, but Julitta is my housekeeper's daughter. She does not serve as a bath maid.'

Julitta struggled against the biting grip on her wrist, but he only tightened it. 'I want her,' he said. 'How much?'

Dame Agatha's chins wobbled as she swallowed. 'Celestine is very accommodating and trained to the arts,' she said. 'I am sure you will find her more to your taste.'

'I think not. This one's a virgin? I'll pay you double for her maidenhead.'

'Leave my daughter alone!' Ailith burst furiously upon the little group, her hand dropping to the haft of the all-purpose knife at her belt. 'Let her go,' she snarled at Wulfstan, 'or I will geld you!'

The merchant recoiled, and Julitta was able to snatch herself free. Rubbing her wrist she ran to her mother's side for protection and stood panting and wide-eyed. The man gazed upon her and Ailith, his eyes narrowing. His hands went to his hips and a smile suddenly curved beneath his full, grey-gold moustache. 'Well, well,' he said softly, 'I always knew you would end your days in a brothel, Ailith. What happened, did your lover abandon you when your belly came between him and his pleasure?'

Ailith stared. An expression of loathing contorted her features. 'Wulfstan!' she almost retched.

'Aye, sweetheart, Wulfstan.' The goldsmith's smile grew mocking. 'You should have accepted my offer all those years ago. My wife dresses in silks and sables. She is the mother of four lusty boys, and mistress of a great household.'

'And her husband visits bathhouses on the Southwark bank,' Ailith retorted with contempt.

Wulfstan's complexion darkened, but he kept his smile. 'Aye, visits,' he sneered. 'I need not resort to living in one.'

Ailith tried to stare him out, but she was seized by a violent paroxysm of coughing that doubled her over. Her ribs felt as if they were going to tear apart. Blood filled her mouth.

'Mama!' Julitta put her arm around her mother, supporting her while she choked and spluttered.

Wulfstan eyed the two of them, then turned decisively to Edmund, who had been watching the proceedings with astonishment. 'Go on, get in the tub before it goes stone cold,' he said. 'You've paid enough for the privilege. I want a private word with this good dame here.' He smiled at Agatha, but the expression was far from pleasant.

'Of course,' she said faintly, then rallied herself. 'If you'll come this way to my solar. Julitta, take your mother to your room and let her lie down awhile. You had best take over her duties for tonight.'

Wulfstan followed Dame Agatha into her sanctum, but not without casting a look of malice over his shoulder at mother and daughter.

'Mama, who was he?' Julitta asked with a shudder of revulsion as she helped Ailith to their chamber and sat her down on the bed.

Ailith spat blood into her kerchief. Mercifully the cough had eased. 'Wulfstan the Goldsmith. He courted me once and tried to force me into marriage. Your father intervened by offering me a position at Ulverton. Wulfstan was humiliated and he is not the kind to forgive and forget. He will joy in exacting vengeance.' Ailith bowed her head. 'Jesu, I am so tired, and my head is spinning. I do not know what to do.'

Julitta was frightened. Her mother was usually so uncomplaining and resourceful, a rock to which she could cling when life threatened to engulf her. To see her like this made Julitta realise that she must either learn to swim on her own, or one day drown. She struck out in anger, as she had struck out as a small, spoiled child when learning against her will to make bread.

'I hate it here!' she cried. 'Why did you ever leave my father? At least he would have taken care of us!'

Her mother's face was waxen. 'I left your father because I did not respect him any more. He had dragged me through the mire once too often.'

'And we are not being dragged through the mire now? Jesu God, Mama, you had an entire keep at your command, and you gave it up for a bathhouse?'

Ailith sighed. 'Oh Julitta, Julitta,' she said wearily. 'If only it were that simple. Many is the time I have thought about swallowing my pride and returning to him, but it would be too late, I know, the bitterness is carved too deep. Do you remember that time I took you across the river to that big house with the wharf at the back?'

'Of course I do,' said Julitta without hesitation. 'We went to visit the de Remys but they weren't there. You bought me some green hair ribbons from a market stall on the way home.'

'You really remember it so well?'

'I thought I was going to see Ben again, I wouldn't stop crying.'

Julitta looked sidelong at her mother. 'Yes,' she said softly. 'I do remember it well.' The bitter disappointment, the anger. 'Why didn't we visit another time?'

'Because I should never have gone in the first place,' Ailith said wearily. 'It was after Sigrid moved away to Southampton. I felt so alone, that I was tempted to try and make contact. When the de Remys were absent, it seemed to be a sign from God that I should leave well alone.' She began to cough again, and the kerchief in her hand grew red. 'It doesn't seem so important now. Perhaps I was wrong.'

'Mama!' Alarmed, Julitta crouched at her mother's side, feeling as helpless as a straw in a gale.

The paroxysm eased. Her face grey, Ailith wiped bloody foam from her lips. 'Tomorrow,' she whispered. 'Tomorrow, you will go to the nuns at St Aethelburga's, and they will send for your father.'

'But I…'

'Do not argue with me, child, I haven't the strength. I should have done this long since.'

Disobeying the hoarse command, Julitta began to protest in earnest, but Dame Agatha barged into the room like a ship in full sail, and rendered her silent. The woman puffed to a halt at the bedside and folded her arms, hitching her pendulous breasts up beneath her chin, always a sign that she was prepared to do battle.

'I have had words with Master Wulfstan,' she announced to mother and daughter, her eye fixing on Ailith in particular. 'He says that he is willing to overlook what happened earlier, if you are willing also.'

'Then Wulfstan is the only leopard who has ever changed his spots.' Ailith dabbed the kerchief at her mouth.

Agatha frowned. 'I don't say as I like him, but he's rich and he has influence. I cannot afford to turn a customer like him away from my door.'

'You once told me that this was a respectable establishment,' Ailith croaked.

'So it is!' Agatha's cheeks fattened with indignation. 'There's no thievery or evil doings. This place is clean and well ordered —just as respectable as any of the homes my clients come from. I set my standards high!'

'But not high enough to deny Wulfstan the Goldsmith.'

'You make too much fuss,' Agatha sniffed. 'You've been glad enough of a roof over your head and a place to hide these last eight years, have you not? Don't preach standards at me, my girl!'

Ailith bowed her head and said nothing. Agatha's bosom surged again, and she rounded on Julitta. 'I had to send one of the other girls out to the cookshop in your stead. There's a tub needs filling downstairs, and the couch making up. Best be sharp about it. There's other customers arriving soon.'