bound. However lightly and thoughtlessly she had that provision written into the charter, the failure to observe it would render the bargain null and void. Father, you know that is true."
"I do know it," acknowledged Radulfus, and came at last to the unavoidable question: "Who, then, could possibly stand to gain by breaking the agreement, by whatever means?"
"Father, my cousin is young, and a widow, and a rich prize in marriage, all the richer if her gift to you could be annulled. There are a bevy of suitors about the town pursuing her, and have been now for a year and more, and every one of them would rather marry the whole of her wealth than merely the half. Me, I manage the business for her, I'm very well content with what I have, and with the wife I'm to marry before the year's out, a good match. But even if we were not first cousins I should have no interest in Judith but as a loyal kinsman and craftsman should. But I cannot choose but know how she is pestered with wooers. Not that she encourages any of them, nor ever gives them grounds for hope, but they never cease their efforts. After three years and more of widowhood, they reason, her resolution must surely weaken, and she'll be worn down into taking a second husband at last. It may be that one of them is running out of patience."
"To name names," said Hugh mildly, "may sometimes be dangerous, but to call a man a wooer is not necessarily to call him an abductor and murderer into the bargain. And I think you have gone so far, Master Coliar, that in this company you may as well go the rest of the way."
Miles moistened his lips and brushed a sleeve across his beaded forehead. "Business looks to business for a match, my lord. There are two guildsmen in the town, at least, who would be only too glad to get hold of Judith's trade, and both of them work in with us, and know well enough what she's worth. There's Godfrey Fuller does all the dyeing of our fleeces, and the fulling of the cloth at the end of it, and he'd dearly like to make himself the master of the spinning and weaving, too, and have all in one profitable basket. And then there's old William Hynde, he has a wife still, but by another road he could get his hands on the Vestier property, for he has a young spark of a son who comes courting her day in, day out, and has the entry because they know each other from children. The father might be willing to use him as bait for a woman, though he's drawn his purse-strings tight from paying the young fellow's debts any longer. And the son - if he could win her I fancy he'd be set up for life, but not dance to his father's tune, more likely to laugh in his face. And that's not the whole of it, for our neighbour the saddler is just of an age to feel the want of a wife, and in his plodding way has settled on her as suitable. And our best weaver chances to be a very good craftsmen and a fine-looking man, and fancies himself even prettier than he is, and he's been casting sheep's eyes at her lately, though I doubt if she even noticed. There's more than one comely journeyman has caught his mistress's eye and done very well for himself."
"Hard to imagine our solid guildsmen resorting to murder and abduction," objected the abbot, unwilling to accept so readily a suggestion so outrageous.
"But the murder," Hugh pointed out alertly, "seems to have been done in alarm and terror, and probably never was intended. Yet having so far committed himself, why should a man stop at the second crime?"
"Still it seems to me a hazardous business, for from all I know or have heard about the lady, she would not easily give way to persuasion. Captive or free, she has thus far resisted all blandishments, she will not change now. I do understand," said Radulfus ruefully, "what force of compulsion the common report may bring to bear in such a case, how a woman might feel it better to yield and marry than endure the scandal of suspicion and the ill will between families that must follow. But
"I do know it," acknowledged Radulfus, and came at last to the unavoidable question: "Who, then, could possibly stand to gain by breaking the agreement, by whatever means?"
"Father, my cousin is young, and a widow, and a rich prize in marriage, all the richer if her gift to you could be annulled. There are a bevy of suitors about the town pursuing her, and have been now for a year and more, and every one of them would rather marry the whole of her wealth than merely the half. Me, I manage the business for her, I'm very well content with what I have, and with the wife I'm to marry before the year's out, a good match. But even if we were not first cousins I should have no interest in Judith but as a loyal kinsman and craftsman should. But I cannot choose but know how she is pestered with wooers. Not that she encourages any of them, nor ever gives them grounds for hope, but they never cease their efforts. After three years and more of widowhood, they reason, her resolution must surely weaken, and she'll be worn down into taking a second husband at last. It may be that one of them is running out of patience."
"To name names," said Hugh mildly, "may sometimes be dangerous, but to call a man a wooer is not necessarily to call him an abductor and murderer into the bargain. And I think you have gone so far, Master Coliar, that in this company you may as well go the rest of the way."
Miles moistened his lips and brushed a sleeve across his beaded forehead. "Business looks to business for a match, my lord. There are two guildsmen in the town, at least, who would be only too glad to get hold of Judith's trade, and both of them work in with us, and know well enough what she's worth. There's Godfrey Fuller does all the dyeing of our fleeces, and the fulling of the cloth at the end of it, and he'd dearly like to make himself the master of the spinning and weaving, too, and have all in one profitable basket. And then there's old William Hynde, he has a wife still, but by another road he could get his hands on the Vestier property, for he has a young spark of a son who comes courting her day in, day out, and has the entry because they know each other from children. The father might be willing to use him as bait for a woman, though he's drawn his purse-strings tight from paying the young fellow's debts any longer. And the son - if he could win her I fancy he'd be set up for life, but not dance to his father's tune, more likely to laugh in his face. And that's not the whole of it, for our neighbour the saddler is just of an age to feel the want of a wife, and in his plodding way has settled on her as suitable. And our best weaver chances to be a very good craftsmen and a fine-looking man, and fancies himself even prettier than he is, and he's been casting sheep's eyes at her lately, though I doubt if she even noticed. There's more than one comely journeyman has caught his mistress's eye and done very well for himself."
"Hard to imagine our solid guildsmen resorting to murder and abduction," objected the abbot, unwilling to accept so readily a suggestion so outrageous.
"But the murder," Hugh pointed out alertly, "seems to have been done in alarm and terror, and probably never was intended. Yet having so far committed himself, why should a man stop at the second crime?"
"Still it seems to me a hazardous business, for from all I know or have heard about the lady, she would not easily give way to persuasion. Captive or free, she has thus far resisted all blandishments, she will not change now. I do understand," said Radulfus ruefully, "what force of compulsion the common report may bring to bear in such a case, how a woman might feel it better to yield and marry than endure the scandal of suspicion and the ill will between families that must follow. But
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