Free Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent by Ellis Peters Page B

in deep, but his foot had left the soil cleanly, and the wet earth, gradually drying, had preserved the perfect mould.
    "A little warm wax," said Cadfael, half to himself, intently staring, "a little warm wax and a steady hand, and we have him by the heel!"
    They were so intent upon that single spot, the last remaining trace of Brother Eluric's murderer, that none of them heard the light footsteps approaching the open house-door from within, or caught in the corner of an eye the slight gleam of the sun upon movement and colour, as Judith came into the doorway. She had found the workshop empty, and waited some minutes for Niall to appear. But since the door into his living quarters was wide open as he had left it, and the shifting green and gold of sunlit branches stirring showed in reflection across the room within, and since she knew the house so well, she had ventured to pass through to find him in the garden, where she judged he must be.
    "I ask pardon," she was saying as she stepped into the doorway, "but the doors were open. I did call -"
    She broke off there, startled and bewildered to see the whole group of them swing about and stare in consternation at her. Three black Benedictine habits gathered beside the old, barren vine, and one of them the lord abbot himself. What errand could they possibly have here?
    "Oh, forgive me," she began haltingly. "I didn't know -"
    Niall sprang out of his shocked stillness and came running, putting himself between her and what else she might see if once she took her eyes off the abbot. He spread an arm protectively to urge her back into the house.
    "Come within, mistress, here's nothing to trouble you. I have the girdle ready. You're early, I hadn't expected you..."
    He was not good at providing a flood of reassuring words. She held her ground, and over his shoulder she swept the enclosed space of the garden with dilated eyes blanched into the chill grey of glass, and found the still body lying aloof and indifferent in the grass. She saw the pale oval of the face, the pale cross of the hands on the breast of the habit, the hacked bole of the rose-bush, and its sagging branches torn from the wall. As yet she neither recognised the dead youth, nor understood at all what could have been happening here.
    But all too well she understood that whatever befell in this place, between these walls which had once been hers, somehow lay heavy upon her, as if she had set in motion some terrible procession of events which she was powerless to stop, as if a gathering guilt had begun to fold round her, and mock her with her purity of intent and the corruption of its consequences.
    She made no sound at all, she did not shrink, or yield to Niall's awkward, concerned pleading: "Come, come within and sit you down quietly, and leave all here to the lord abbot. Come!" He had an arm about her, rather persuading than supporting, for she stood quite still and erect, not a quiver in her body. She laid her hands on his shoulders, resisting his urging with resigned determination.
    "No, let me be. This has to do with me. I know it."
    They were all drawing anxiously about her by then. The abbot accepted necessity. "Madam, there is here matter that must distress you, that we cannot deny. I will not hide anything from you. This house is your gift, and truth is your due. But you must not take to yourself more than is customary from any godly gentlewoman in compassion for a young life taken untimely. No part of this stems from you, and no part of what must be done about it falls to your duty. Go within, and all that we know - all that is of consequence - you shall be told. I promise it."
    She hesitated, her eyes still on the dead youth. "Father, I will not further embitter what is surely hard enough for you," she said slowly. "But let me see him. I owe him that."
    Radulfus looked her in the eyes, and stood aside. Niall took away his arm from about her almost stealthily, for fear she should suddenly become aware of his