Brother Cadfael 12: The Raven in the Foregate by Ellis Peters Page B
Authors: Ellis Peters
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said to Benet. "She may be glad of having you close by, tonight."
Benet said neither yes nor no to that, nor did the woman. They went out silently from the ante-room of the gatehouse, where they had sat out the long uncertainty of the morning together, and crossing the wide highway of the Foregate, vanished into the narrow mouth of the alley opposite, still silvered with hoar-frost between its enclosing walls.
Cadfael felt no great surprise when Benet was back within the hour, instead of taking advantage of the permission to absent himself overnight. He came looking for Cadfael in the garden, and found him, for once, virtually idle in his workshop, sitting by the glowing brazier. The boy sat down silently beside him, and heaved a glum sigh.
"Agreed!" said Cadfael, stirring out of his thoughts at the sound. "We're none of us quite ourselves today, small wonder. But no need for you to rack your conscience, surely. Have you left your aunt all alone?"
"No," said Benet. "There's a neighbour with her, though I doubt if she's all that glad of the kind attention. There'll be more of them, I daresay, before long, bursting with curiosity and worming the whole story out of her. Not for grief, either, to judge by the one I left with her. They'll be chattering like starlings all over the parish, and never stop until night falls."
"They'll stop fast enough, you'll find," said Cadfael dryly, "as soon as Alan Herbard or one of his sergeants puts a word in. Let one officer show his face, and silence will fall. There's not a soul in the Foregate will own to knowing anything about anything once the questions begin."
Benet shifted uneasily on the wooden bench, as though his bones rather than his conscience felt uncomfortable. "I never understood that he was quite so blackly disliked. Do you truly think they'll hang together so close, and never betray even if they know who brought him to his death?"
"Yes, I do think it. For there's hardly a soul but will feel it might as easily have been his own act, but for God's grace. But it need not fret you, one way or the other. Unless it was you who broke his head?" said Cadfael mildly. "Was it?"
"No," said Benet as simply, staring down into his linked hands; and the next moment looked up with sharp curiosity: "But what makes you so sure of it?"
"Well, firstly, I saw you in church well before it was time for Matins, and though there's no certainty just when Ailnoth went into the pool, I should judge it was probably after that time. Secondly, I know of no reason why you should bear him any grudge, and you said yourself it comes as a surprise to you he was so hated. But thirdly and best, from what I know of you, lad, if you took such dire offence as to up and hit a man, it would not be from behind, but face to face."
"Well, thank you for that!" said Benet, briefly recovering his blazing smile. "But, Cadfael, what do you think happened? It was you saw him last alive, at least as far as is known. Was there any other soul about there? Did you see anyone else? Anyone, as it might be, following him?"
"Never a creature beyond the gatehouse here. There were folk from the Foregate just coming in for the service, but none going on towards the town. Any others who may have seen Ailnoth can only have seen him before ever I did, and with nothing to show where he was bound. Unless someone had speech with him. But by the way he went scurrying past me, I doubt if he halted for any other."
Benet considered that in silence for a long moment, and then said, rather to himself than to Cadfael: "And from his house it's so short a way. He'd come into the Foregate just opposite the gatehouse. Small chance of being seen or stopped in that distance."
"Leave it to the King's officers to scratch their heads over the how and why," Cadfael advised. "They'll find no lack of folk who'll pretend no sorrow at seeing the last of Ailnoth, but I doubt if they'll get much information out of anyone, man, woman or child. No blinking
Benet said neither yes nor no to that, nor did the woman. They went out silently from the ante-room of the gatehouse, where they had sat out the long uncertainty of the morning together, and crossing the wide highway of the Foregate, vanished into the narrow mouth of the alley opposite, still silvered with hoar-frost between its enclosing walls.
Cadfael felt no great surprise when Benet was back within the hour, instead of taking advantage of the permission to absent himself overnight. He came looking for Cadfael in the garden, and found him, for once, virtually idle in his workshop, sitting by the glowing brazier. The boy sat down silently beside him, and heaved a glum sigh.
"Agreed!" said Cadfael, stirring out of his thoughts at the sound. "We're none of us quite ourselves today, small wonder. But no need for you to rack your conscience, surely. Have you left your aunt all alone?"
"No," said Benet. "There's a neighbour with her, though I doubt if she's all that glad of the kind attention. There'll be more of them, I daresay, before long, bursting with curiosity and worming the whole story out of her. Not for grief, either, to judge by the one I left with her. They'll be chattering like starlings all over the parish, and never stop until night falls."
"They'll stop fast enough, you'll find," said Cadfael dryly, "as soon as Alan Herbard or one of his sergeants puts a word in. Let one officer show his face, and silence will fall. There's not a soul in the Foregate will own to knowing anything about anything once the questions begin."
Benet shifted uneasily on the wooden bench, as though his bones rather than his conscience felt uncomfortable. "I never understood that he was quite so blackly disliked. Do you truly think they'll hang together so close, and never betray even if they know who brought him to his death?"
"Yes, I do think it. For there's hardly a soul but will feel it might as easily have been his own act, but for God's grace. But it need not fret you, one way or the other. Unless it was you who broke his head?" said Cadfael mildly. "Was it?"
"No," said Benet as simply, staring down into his linked hands; and the next moment looked up with sharp curiosity: "But what makes you so sure of it?"
"Well, firstly, I saw you in church well before it was time for Matins, and though there's no certainty just when Ailnoth went into the pool, I should judge it was probably after that time. Secondly, I know of no reason why you should bear him any grudge, and you said yourself it comes as a surprise to you he was so hated. But thirdly and best, from what I know of you, lad, if you took such dire offence as to up and hit a man, it would not be from behind, but face to face."
"Well, thank you for that!" said Benet, briefly recovering his blazing smile. "But, Cadfael, what do you think happened? It was you saw him last alive, at least as far as is known. Was there any other soul about there? Did you see anyone else? Anyone, as it might be, following him?"
"Never a creature beyond the gatehouse here. There were folk from the Foregate just coming in for the service, but none going on towards the town. Any others who may have seen Ailnoth can only have seen him before ever I did, and with nothing to show where he was bound. Unless someone had speech with him. But by the way he went scurrying past me, I doubt if he halted for any other."
Benet considered that in silence for a long moment, and then said, rather to himself than to Cadfael: "And from his house it's so short a way. He'd come into the Foregate just opposite the gatehouse. Small chance of being seen or stopped in that distance."
"Leave it to the King's officers to scratch their heads over the how and why," Cadfael advised. "They'll find no lack of folk who'll pretend no sorrow at seeing the last of Ailnoth, but I doubt if they'll get much information out of anyone, man, woman or child. No blinking
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