Free Brother Cadfael 10: The Pilgrim of Hate by Ellis Peters

lay quiet all night long. I tried to bear it gladly. And I was not the only one there wakeful." He slept in the common dormitory for the men, and there must be several among his fellows there afflicted in one way or another, besides the sick and possibly contagious whom Brother Edmund had isolated in the infirmary. "Ciaran was restless, too," said Rhun reflectively, "When it was all silent, after Lauds, he got up very quietly from his cot, trying not to disturb anyone, and started wards the door. I thought then how strange it was that he took his belt and scrip with him..."
    Cadfael was listening intently enough by this time. Why, indeed, if a man merely needed relief for his body during the night, should he burden himself with carrying his possessions about with him? Though the habit of being wary of theft, in such shared accommodation, might persist even when half-asleep, and in monastic care into the bargain.
    "Did he so, indeed? And what followed?"
    "Matthew has his own pallet drawn close beside Ciaran's, even in the night he lies with a hand stretched out to touch. Besides, you know, he seems to know by instinct whatever ails Ciaran. He rose up in an instant, and reached out and took Ciaran by the arm. And Ciaran started and gasped, and blinked round at him, like a man startled awake suddenly, and whispered that he'd been asleep and dreaming, and had dreamed it was time to start out on the road again. So then Matthew took the scrip from him and laid it aside, and they both lay down in their beds again, and all was quiet as before. But I don't think Ciaran slept well, even after that, his dream had disturbed his mind too much, I heard him twisting and turning for a long time."
    "Did they know," asked Cadfael, "that you were also awake, and had heard what passed?"
    "I can't tell. I made no pretence, and the pain was bad, I think they must have heard me shifting... I couldn't help it. But of course I made no sign, it would have been discourteous."
    So it passed as a dream, perhaps for the benefit of Rhun, or any other who might be wakeful as he was. True enough, a sick man troubled by night might very well rise by stealth to leave his friend in peace, out of consideration. But then, if he needed ease, he would have been forced to explain himself and go, when his friend nevertheless started awake to restrain him. Instead, he had pleaded a deluding dream, and lain down again. And men rousing in dreams do move silently, almost as if by stealth. It could be, it must be, simply what it seemed.
    "You travelled some miles of the way with those two, Rhun. How did you all fare together on the road? You must have got to know them as well as any here."
    "It was their being slow, like us, that kept us all together, after my sister was nearly ridden down, and Matthew ran and caught her up and leaped the ditch with her. They were just slowly overtaking us then, after that we went on all together for company. But I wouldn't say we got to know them - they are so rapt in each other. And then, Ciaran was in pain, and that kept him silent, though he did tell us where he was bound, and why. It's true Melangell and Matthew took to walking last, behind us, and he carried our few goods for her, having so little of his own to carry. I never wondered at Ciaran being so silent," said Rhun simply, "seeing what he had to bear. And my Aunt Alice can talk for two," he ended guilelessly.
    So she could, and no doubt did, all the rest of the way into Shrewsbury.
    "That pair, Ciaran and Matthew," said Cadfael, still delicately probing, "they never told you how they came together? Whether they were kin, or friends, or had simply met and kept company on the road? For they're much of an age, even of a kind, young men of some schooling, I fancy, bred to clerking or squiring, and yet not kin, or don't acknowledge it, and after their fashion very differently made. A man wonders how they ever came to be embarked together on this journey. It was south of Warwick