Free Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent by Ellis Peters

at him and thought out slowly the implications of what he was saying. And gradually something of conviction came easefully into their faces, even something of relief and gratitude. For if Eluric was not a suicide, but had gone to his end faithfully bearing his burden and seeking to prevent an evil act, then his resting-place in the cemetery was assured, and his passage through death, however his account might stand for little sins needing purging, as safe as a prodigal son re-entering his father's house.
    "If it were not as I've said," Cadfael pointed out, "then the hatchet would still be here in the garden. It is not. And certainly it was not our brother here who carried it away. And neither did he bring it here, I pledge my word on that."
    "Yet if this is true," said Anselm consideringly, "the other did not stay to complete his work."
    "No, he lugged out his hatchet and made off as fast as he could, away from the place where he had made himself a murderer. A thing I daresay he never intended, done in a moment of alarm and terror, when this poor lad in his outrage lunged at him. He would run from Eluric dead in far greater horror than he ever need have done from Eluric living."
    "Nevertheless," said Abbot Radulfus strongly, "this is murder."
    "It is."
    "Then I must send word to the castle. It is for the secular authorities to pursue murderers. A pity," he said, "that Hugh Beringar is gone north, we shall have to wait for his return, though no doubt Alan Herbard will send to him at once, and let him know what has happened. Is there more that we here must do, before we have Brother Eluric carried home?"
    "We can at least observe whatever is here to be seen, Father. One thing I can tell you, indeed you yourself will see it, what happened here happened after the rain stopped. The ground was soft when they came together here, see how they've marked it. And back and shoulder of the boy's habit are dry. May we now move him? There are witnesses enough here as to how he was found."
    They stooped in all reverence and lifted the stiffening but not yet rigid body, and laid him out on the grass, stretched on his back. From throat to toes the front of his habit was dark with the moisture from the earth, and the great dark stain of his blood clotted the cloth over his left breast. His face, if it had borne the stamp of sudden anger, dread and pain, had now lost that tension, and eased into the smoothness of youth and innocence. Only his eyes, half-open, retained the frowning anxiety of a troubled soul. Radulfus stooped and closed them gently, and wiped the mud from the pale cheeks.
    "You take a load from my heart, Cadfael. Surely you are right, he did not take his own life, it was rapt from him cruelly and unjustly, and there must be a price to pay for it. But as for this child here, he is safe enough. I would I had known better how to deal with him, he might still have been living." He drew the two smooth hands together, and folded them on the bloodied breast.
    "I sleep too well," said Cadfael wryly, "I never heard when the rain ceased. Did anyone mark the end of it?"
    Niall had drawn a little nearer, waiting patiently in case anything further should be required of him.
    "It was over by about midnight," he said, "for before we went to our beds, there at Pulley, my sister opened the door and looked out, and said that the sky had cleared and it was bidding to be a fine night. But it was too late to start out then." He added, putting his own interpretation on the way they turned to look at him, after so long of forgetting his presence: "My sister and her man and the children will tell you I stayed the night over, and left in the dawn. It might be said a family will hold together, however. But I can tell you the names of two or three I said good day to, coming back along the Foregate this morning. They'll bear me out."
    The abbot gave him a startled and preoccupied look, and understood. "Such checks and counter-checks are for the sheriff's