Free Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest by Ellis Peters Page A

use until then. The journey would be too slow on foot, and we shall need you here some part of the day, Brother Winfrid being new to the discipline.'
    Cadfael smiled, remembering. 'It was no slow journey the young man Hyacinth made of it. Four times today he's run those miles, back and forth on his master's errand, and back and forth again for Eilmund. I only hope the hermit did not take it ill that his boy was gone so long.'
    It was in Cadfael's mind that the groom from Bosiet might be too much in fear of his master to venture out by night, even when his lord was sleeping. But come he did, slipping out furtively just as the brothers came out from Compline. Cadfael led him out through the gardens to the workshop in the herbarium, and there kindled a lamp to examine the lacerated wound that marred the man's face.
    The little brazier was turfed down for the night, but not extinguished, evidently Brother Winfrid had been careful to keep it alive in case of need. He was learning steadily, and strangely the delicacy of touch that eluded him with pen or brush showed signs of developing now that he came to deal with herbs and medicines. Cadfael uncovered the fire and blew it into a glow, and put on water to heat.
    'He's safe asleep, is he, your lord? Not likely to wake? Though if he did, he should have no need of you at this hour. But I'll be as quick as I may.'
    The groom sat docile and easy under the ministering hands, turning his face obediently to the light of the lamp. The bruised cheek was fading at the edges from black to yellow, but the tear at the corner of his mouth oozed blood and pus. Cadfael bathed away the encrusted exudations and cleaned the gash with a lotion of water betony and sanicle.
    'He's free with his fists, your lord,' he said ruefully. 'I see two blows here.'
    'He seldom stops at one,' said the groom grimly. 'He does after his kind. There are some worse than him, God help all those who serve them. His son's another made to the same pattern. What else could we look for, when he's lived so from birth? In a day or so he's to join us here, and if he has not got his hands on Brand by then - God forbid! - the hunt will go on.'
    'Well, at least if you stay a day or so I can get this gash healed for you. What's your name, friend?'
    'Warin. Yours I know, Brother, from the hospitaller. That feels cool and kind.'
    'I should have thought,' said Cadfael, 'that your lord would have gone first to the sheriff, if he had a real complaint against this runaway of his. The guildsmen of the town would likely keep their mouths shut, even if they knew anything, a town stands to gain by taking in a good craftsman. But the king's officers are bound, willing or no, to help a man to his own property.'
    'We got here too late, as you saw, to do much in that kind until the morrow. He knows, none so well, that Shrewsbury is a charter borough, and may cheat him of his prey if the lad has got this far. He does intend going to the sheriff. But since he's lodged here, and reckons the church as well as the law ought to help him to his own, he's asked to put his case at chapter tomorrow, and after that he'll be off into the town to seek out the sheriff. There's no stone he won't up-end to get at Brand's hide.'
    Cadfael was thinking, though he did not say it, that there might be time in between to send word to Hugh to make himself very hard to find. 'What in the world,' he asked, 'has the man done, to make your master so vindictive against him?'
    'Why, he was for ever on the edge of trouble, being a lad that would stand up for himself, yes, and for others, too, and that's crime enough for Drogo. I don't know the rights of what happened that last day, but however it was, I saw Bosiet's steward, who takes his style from his master, carried into the manor on a shutter, and he was laid up for days. Seemingly something had happened between them, and Brand had laid him flat, for the next we knew, Brand was nowhere, and they were hunting him along all