Brother Cadfael 15: The Confession of Brother Haluin by Ellis Peters Page A
Authors: Ellis Peters
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face before him. "The lady mentioned your name. Are you kin to the de Clarys?"
The boy shook his head. "No. My father is tenant and vassal to him, they've always been good friends, and there's a marriage tie, a while back now. No, I'm sent here to Audemar's service at my father's order."
"But not at your wish," said Cadfael, interpreting the tone rather than the words.
"No! Much against my wish!" said Roscelin abruptly, and scowled at the floorboards between his booted feet.
"Yet to all appearances as good a lord as you could hope for," suggested Cadfael mildly, "and better than most."
"He's well enough," the boy owned fairly. "I've no complaint of him. But I grudge it that my father has sent me away here to be rid of me out of the house, and that's the truth of it."
"Now, why," wondered Cadfael, curious but not quite asking, "why should any father want to be rid of you?" For here was undoubtedly the very picture of a presentable son, upstanding, well formed, well conducted, and decidedly engaging in his fair-haired, smooth-cheeked comeliness, a son any father would be glad to parade before his peers. Even in sullenness his face was pleasing, but it was certainly true that he had not the look of one happy in his service.
"He has his reasons," said Roscelin moodily. "You'd say good reasons, too, I know that. And I'm not so estranged from him that I could refuse him the obedience due. So I'm here, and pledged to stay here unless lord and father both give me leave to go. And I'm not such a fool as not to admit I could be in far worse places. So I may as well get all the good I can out of it while I'm here."
It seemed that his mind had veered into another and graver quarter, for he sat for some moments silent, staring down into his clasped hands with a frowning brow, and looked up only to measure Cadfael earnestly, his eyes dwelling long upon the black habit and the tonsure.
"Brother," he said abruptly, "I wondered, now and then - about the monkish life. Some men have taken to it, have they not, because what they most wanted was forever impossible - forbidden them! Is that true? Can it provide a life, if... if the life a man wants is out of reach?"
"Yes," said Brother Haluin's voice, gently and quietly out of a waking dream now very close to sleep. "Yes, it can!"
"I would not recommend entering it as a second-best," said Cadfael stoutly. Yet that was what Haluin had done, long ago, and he spoke now as one recording a revelation, the opening of his inward eyes just as they were heavy and closing with sleep.
"The time might be long, and the cost high," said Haluin with gentle certainty, "but in the end it would not be second-best."
He drew in a long breath, and spent it in a great healing sigh, turning his head away from them on the pillow. They were both so intent on him, doubting and wondering, that neither of them had noted the approach of brisk footsteps without, and they started round in surprise as the door was thrown wide open to admit Lothair, carrying a basket of food and a pitcher of small ale for the guests. At sight of Roscelin seated familiarly upon Cadfael's pallet, and apparently on good terms with the brothers, the groom's weathered face tightened perceptibly, almost ominously, and for an instant a deeper spark flashed and vanished again in his pale eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded with the bluntness of an equal, and the uncompromising authority of an elder. "Master Roger's looking for you, and my lord wants you in attendance as soon as he's broken his fast. You'd best be off, and sharp about it, too."
It could not be said that Roscelin showed any alarm at this intelligence, or resentment at the manner in which it was delivered; rather the man's assurance seemed to afford him a little tolerant amusement. But he rose at once, and with a nod and a word by way of farewell went off obediently but without haste to his duty. Lothair stood narrow-eyed in the doorway to watch him go, and did not
The boy shook his head. "No. My father is tenant and vassal to him, they've always been good friends, and there's a marriage tie, a while back now. No, I'm sent here to Audemar's service at my father's order."
"But not at your wish," said Cadfael, interpreting the tone rather than the words.
"No! Much against my wish!" said Roscelin abruptly, and scowled at the floorboards between his booted feet.
"Yet to all appearances as good a lord as you could hope for," suggested Cadfael mildly, "and better than most."
"He's well enough," the boy owned fairly. "I've no complaint of him. But I grudge it that my father has sent me away here to be rid of me out of the house, and that's the truth of it."
"Now, why," wondered Cadfael, curious but not quite asking, "why should any father want to be rid of you?" For here was undoubtedly the very picture of a presentable son, upstanding, well formed, well conducted, and decidedly engaging in his fair-haired, smooth-cheeked comeliness, a son any father would be glad to parade before his peers. Even in sullenness his face was pleasing, but it was certainly true that he had not the look of one happy in his service.
"He has his reasons," said Roscelin moodily. "You'd say good reasons, too, I know that. And I'm not so estranged from him that I could refuse him the obedience due. So I'm here, and pledged to stay here unless lord and father both give me leave to go. And I'm not such a fool as not to admit I could be in far worse places. So I may as well get all the good I can out of it while I'm here."
It seemed that his mind had veered into another and graver quarter, for he sat for some moments silent, staring down into his clasped hands with a frowning brow, and looked up only to measure Cadfael earnestly, his eyes dwelling long upon the black habit and the tonsure.
"Brother," he said abruptly, "I wondered, now and then - about the monkish life. Some men have taken to it, have they not, because what they most wanted was forever impossible - forbidden them! Is that true? Can it provide a life, if... if the life a man wants is out of reach?"
"Yes," said Brother Haluin's voice, gently and quietly out of a waking dream now very close to sleep. "Yes, it can!"
"I would not recommend entering it as a second-best," said Cadfael stoutly. Yet that was what Haluin had done, long ago, and he spoke now as one recording a revelation, the opening of his inward eyes just as they were heavy and closing with sleep.
"The time might be long, and the cost high," said Haluin with gentle certainty, "but in the end it would not be second-best."
He drew in a long breath, and spent it in a great healing sigh, turning his head away from them on the pillow. They were both so intent on him, doubting and wondering, that neither of them had noted the approach of brisk footsteps without, and they started round in surprise as the door was thrown wide open to admit Lothair, carrying a basket of food and a pitcher of small ale for the guests. At sight of Roscelin seated familiarly upon Cadfael's pallet, and apparently on good terms with the brothers, the groom's weathered face tightened perceptibly, almost ominously, and for an instant a deeper spark flashed and vanished again in his pale eyes.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded with the bluntness of an equal, and the uncompromising authority of an elder. "Master Roger's looking for you, and my lord wants you in attendance as soon as he's broken his fast. You'd best be off, and sharp about it, too."
It could not be said that Roscelin showed any alarm at this intelligence, or resentment at the manner in which it was delivered; rather the man's assurance seemed to afford him a little tolerant amusement. But he rose at once, and with a nod and a word by way of farewell went off obediently but without haste to his duty. Lothair stood narrow-eyed in the doorway to watch him go, and did not
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