Brother Cadfael 01: A Morbid Taste for Bones

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hands while Rhisiart strode away towards the forest path, and all the assembly, in awed and purposeful silence, melted away mysteriously in all directions after his departure, so that within minutes all that green, trodden arena was empty.
    Chapter Four
    You should have told me what you intended," said Father Huw, timidly reproachful. "I could have told you it was folly, the worst possible. What attraction do you think money has for a man like Rhisiart? Even if he was for sale, and he is not, you would have had to find other means to purchase him. I thought you had taken his measure, and were proposing to plead to him the sorry plight of English pilgrims, who have no powerful saints of their own, and are sadly in need of such a protectress. He would have listened to something that entreated of his generosity."
    "I am come with the blessing of church and sovereign," said the prior fiercely, though the repetition was beginning to pall even on him. "I cannot be repudiated at the will of a local squire. Has my order no rights here in Wales?"
    "Very few," said Cadfael bluntly. "My people have a natural reverence, but it leans towards the hermitage, not the cloister."
    The heated conference went on until Vespers, and poisoned even Vespers with its bitterness, for there Prior Robert preached a fearful sermon detailing all the omens that Winifred desired above all things to remove to the sanctity of Shrewsbury, and issuing her prophetic denunciation against all who stood in the way of her translation. Terrible would be her wrath visited on those who dared resist her will. Thus Prior Robert approached the necessary reconciliation with Rhisiart. And though Cadfael in translating toned down the threat as much as he dared, there were some among the congregation who understood enough English to get the full drift of it. He knew by their closed, mute faces. Now they would go away to spread the word to those who had not been present, until everyone in Gwytherin knew that the prior had bidden them remember what befell Prince Cradoc, whose very flesh watered away into the ground like rain, so that he vanished utterly, as to the body expunged out of the world, as to the soul, the fearful imagination dared not guess. So also it might happen to those who dared offend against Winifred now.
    Father Huw, harried and anxious, cast about him as honestly as he could for a way of pleasing everybody. It took him most of the evening to get the prior to listen, but from sheer exhaustion a calm had to set in at last.
    "Rhisiart is not an impious man -"
    "Not impious!" fluted Brother Jerome, appealing to heaven with uplifted eyes. "Men have been excommunicated for less!"
    "Then men have been excommunicated for no evil at all," said Huw sturdily, "and truly I think they sometimes have. No, I say he is a decent, devout man, open-handed and fair, and had a right to resent it when he was misunderstood and affronted. If he is ever to withdraw his opposition, it must be you, Father Prior, who make the first approach to him, and upon a different footing. Not in person first, I would not ask or advise it. But if I were to go to him, perhaps with Brother Cadfael here, who is known to be a good Welshman himself, and ask him to forget all that has been said and done, and come with an open mind to begin the discussion over again, I think he would not refuse. Moreover, the very act of seeking him out would disarm him, for he has a generous heart. I don't say he would necessarily change his mind - it would depend on how he is handled this time - but I do say he would listen."
    "Far be it from me," said Prior Robert loftily, "to pass over any means of saving a soul from perdition. I wish the man no ill, if he tempers his offences. It is not a humiliation to stoop to deliver a sinner."
    "O wondrous clemency!" intoned Brother Jerome. "Saintly generosity towards the ill-doer!"
    Brother John flashed a narrow, glittering glance, and shifted one foot uneasily, as if restraining

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