'Gossip does not necessarily speak with any authority,' said the abbot patiently. 'Certainly it cannot speak for the lord sheriff. If he examines the movements and actions of Brother Ruald, he is but doing his duty, and will do as much by others, as the need arises. I take it that Brother Ruald himself has said no word of this to you, or you would not have had to hear it for the first time at home in Longner. If he is untroubled, need you trouble for him?'
'But, Father, that is what I have to tell!' Sulien flushed into ardour and eagerness. 'No one need be troubled for him. Truly, as you said, there is no man can say who this woman is, but here is one who can say with absolute certainty who she is not. For I have proof that Ruald's wife Generys is alive and well - or was so, at least, some three weeks ago.'
'You have seen her?' demanded Radulfus, reflecting back half-incredulously the burning glow of the boy's vehemence.
'No, not that! But I can do better than that.' Sulien plunged a hand deep inside the throat of his habit, and drew out something small that he had been wearing hidden on a string about his neck. He drew it over his head, and held it out to be examined in the palm of his open hand, still warm from his flesh, a plain silver ring set with a small yellow stone such as were sometimes found in the mountains of Wales and the border. Of small value in itself, marvellous for what he claimed for it. 'Father, I know I have kept this unlawfully, but I promise you I never had it in Ramsey. Take it up, look within it!'
Radulfus gave him a long, searching stare before he extended a hand and took up the ring, turning it to catch the light on its inner surface. His straight black brows drew together. He had found what Sulien wanted him to find.
'G and R twined together. Crude, but clear - and old work. The edges are blunted and dulled, but whoever engraved it cut deep.' He looked up into Sulien's ardent face. 'Where did you get this?'
'From a jeweller in Peterborough, after we fled from Ramsey, and Abbot Walter charged me to come here to you. It was mere chance. There were some tradesmen in the town who feared to stay, when they heard how near de Mandeville was, and what force he had about him. They were selling and moving out. But others were stouthearted, and meant to stay. It was night when I reached the town, and I was commended to this silversmith in Priestgate who would shelter me overnight. He was a stout man, who would not budge for outlaws or robbers, and he had been a good patron to Ramsey. His valuables he had hidden away, but among the lesser things in his shop I saw this ring.'
'And knew it?' said the abbot.
'From old times, long ago when I was a child. I could not mistake it, even before I looked for this sign. I asked him where and when it came into his hands, and he said a woman had brought it in only some ten days earlier, to sell, because, she said, she and her man thought well to move further away from the danger of de Mandeville's marauders, and were turning what they could into money to resettle them in safety elsewhere. So were many people doing, those who had no great stake in the town. I asked him what manner of woman she was, and he described her to me, beyond mistaking. Father, barely three weeks ago Generys was alive and well in Peterborough.'
'And how did you acquire the ring?' asked Radulfus mildly, but with a sharp and daunting eye upon the boy's face. 'And why? You had then no possible reason to know that it might be of the highest significance here.'
'No, none.' The faintest flush of colour
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