Free Brother Cadfael 12: The Raven in the Foregate by Ellis Peters Page B

will be there to see us tonight."
    The soft, warm breath in his ear said: "Need we wait? I could slip into the porch now. Matins will be so long tonight. Will you follow?"
    And she was away, not waiting for an answer, stealing silently and reverently across the tiles of the nave, and taking station for a few moments where she could be seen to be gazing devoutly in towards the high altar, beyond the chanting in the choir, in case anyone should be taking note of her movements. By that time he would have followed her wherever she chose to lead him. It hurt even to wait patiently the many minutes she delayed, before she chose her moment to withdraw into the darkness of the south porch. When he followed her, by cautious stages, reaching the darkness of the closed doorway with a great heaved breath of relief, he found her waiting with the heavy latch in her hand, motionless against the door. There they waited, close and quivering, for the first jubilant antiphon of Matins, and the triumphant answering cry:
    "Christ is born unto us!"
    "Oh, come, let us worship!"
    Benet set his hand over hers on the massive latch, and lifted it softly as the hymn began. Outside, the night's darkness matched the darkness within. Who was to pay any attention now to two young creatures slipping through the chink of the door into the cold of the night, and cautiously letting the latch slide back into place? There was no one in the cloister, no one in the great court as they crossed it. Whether it was Benet who reached for her hand, or she for his, they rounded the corner of the thick box hedge in the garden hand in hand, and slowed to a walk there, panting and smiling, palms tightly clasped together, their breath a faint silver mist. The vast inverted bowl of sky, dark blue almost to blackness but polished bright and scintillating with stars, poured down upon them a still coldness they did not feel.
    Brother Cadfael's timbered hut, solid and squat in the sheltered enclosure, never quite lost its warmth. Benet closed the door gently behind them, and groped along the little shelf he knew now almost as well as did Cadfael himself, where the tinderbox and lamp lay ready to hand. It took him two or three attempts before the charred linen caught at the spark, and let him blow it carefully into a glow. The wick of the lamp put up a tiny, wavering flame that grew into a steady flare, and stood up tall and erect. The leather bellows lay by the brazier, he had only to shift a turf or two and spend a minute industriously pumping, and the charcoal glowed brightly, and accepted a feeding of split wood to burn into a warm hearth.
    "He'll know someone has been here," said the girl, but very tranquilly.
    "He'll know I was here," said Benet, getting up lithely from his knees, his bold, boy's face conjured into summer bronze by the glow from the brazier. "I doubt if he'll say so. But he may wonder why. And with whom!"
    "You've brought other women here?" She tilted her head at him in challenge, abruptly displeased.
    "Never any, till now. Never any, hereafter. Unless you so pleasure me a second time," he said, and stared her down with fiery solemnity.
    Some resinous knot in the new wood caught and hissed, sending up a clear, white flame for a moment between them. Across its pale, pure gold the two young faces sprang into mysterious brightness, lit from below, lips parted, eyes rounded in astonished gravity.
    Each of them stared into a mirror, matched and mated, and could not look away from the unexpected image of love.
    Chapter Five
    Prime was said at an early hour, after a very short interlude for sleep, and the dawn Mass followed with first light. Almost all the people of the Foregate had long since gone home, and the brothers, dazed with long standing and strung taut with the tensions of music and wonder, filed a little unsteadily up the night stairs to rest briefly before preparing for the day.
    Brother Cadfael, stiff with being still for so long a time, felt himself in