Free Brother Cadfael 04: St. Peter's Fair by Ellis Peters Page A

nod, the two women sat quietly until Emma had ceased to weep, which she did as suddenly as she had begun. She wept, as some women have the gift of doing, without in the least defacing her own prettiness and without caring whether she did or no. Most lose the faculty, after the end of childhood. She dried her eyes, and looked up straightly at Aline, who was looking back at her just as steadily, with a serenity which offered comfort without pressing it.
    "You must think," said Emma, "that I had no deep affection for my uncle. And indeed I don't know myself that you would be wrong. And yet I did love him, it has not been only loyalty and gratitude, though those came easier. He was a hard man, people said, hard to satisfy, and hard in his business dealings. But he was not hard to me. Only hard to come near. It was not his fault, or mine."
    "I think," said Aline mildly, since she was being invited closer, "you loved him as much as he would let you. As he could let you. Some men have not the gift."
    "Yes. But I would have liked to love him more. I would have done anything to please him. Even now I want to do everything as he would have wished. We shall keep the booth open as long as the fair lasts, and try to do it as well as he would have done. All that he had in hand, I want to see done thoroughly." Her voice was resolute, almost eager. Master Thomas would certainly have approved the set of her chin and the spark in her eye. "Aline, shall I not be a trouble to you by staying here? I - my uncle's men - there's one who likes me too well ..."
    "So I had thought," said Aline. "You're most welcome here, and we'll not part with you until you can be sent back safely to Bristol, and your home. Not that I can find it altogether blameworthy in the young man to like you, for that matter," she added, smiling.
    "No, but I cannot like him well enough. Besides, my uncle would never have allowed me to be there on the barge without him. And now I have duties," said Emma, rearing her head determinedly and staring the uncertain future defiantly in the face. "I must see to the ordering of a fine coffin for him, for the journey home. There will be a master-carpenter, somewhere in the town?"
    "There is. To the right, halfway up the Wyle, Master Martin Bellecote. A good man, and a good craftsman. His lad was among these terrible rioters, as I hear," said Aline, and dimpled indulgently at the thought, "but so were half the promising youth of the town. I'll come in with you to Martin's shop."
    "No," said Emma firmly. "It will all be tedious and long at the sheriff's court, and you should not tire yourself. And besides, you have to buy your fine wools, before the best are taken. And Brother Cadfael - was that the name? - will show me where to find the shop. He will surely know."
    "There's very little to be known about this precinct and the town of Shrewsbury," agreed Aline with conviction, "that Brother Cadfael does not know."
    Cadfael received the abbot's dispensation to attend the hearing at the castle, and to escort the abbey's bereaved guest, without question. A civic duty could not be evaded, whether by secular or monastic. Radulfus had already shown himself both an austere but just disciplinarian and a shrewd and strong-minded business man. He owed his preferment to the abbacy as much to the king as to the papal legate, and valued and feared for the order of the realm at least as keenly as for the state of his own cure. Consequently, he had a use for those few among the brothers who shared his wide experience of matters outside the cloister.
    "This death," he said, closeted with Cadfael alone after Beringar's departure, "casts a shadow upon our house and our fair. Such a burden cannot be shifted to other shoulders. I require of you a full account of what passes at this hearing. It was of me that the elders of the town asked a relief I could not grant. On me rests the load of resentment that drove those younger men to foolish measures. They lacked