Brother Cadfael 05: Leper of Saint Giles by Ellis Peters Page B

Simon by the wrist, and shook him earnestly. "If things fall out badly, and I'm ferreted out and taken, you knew nothing of it, I made my own way. Deny me, with all my goodwill. If there's meat or other matter to account for, I'll say I stole, and you'll let it rest at that. Promise! I should be ashamed if I brought you into question."
    "You'll not be taken," said Simon firmly.
    "No, but promise!"
    "Oh, very well, since you're so set, I'll let you stew - or at least go roundabout to hook you out of it. I like my skin whole, like most men, I'll take good care of it, one way or another. Come on, then! While things are quiet and I'm not missed."
    The way back was shorter, since they could make directly for the rear wall of the bishop's garden, and there was cover all the way. Once or twice Simon, going before, set up a soft whistling, and Joscelin dropped into the bushes, but each alarm passed in a moment, the small sounds that had set it off traced to birds taking flight, or wild things creeping among the dry brush. The wicket in the wall stood ajar as Simon had left it. He went first to open it cautiously and look round within, and then beckoned, and Joscelin dived through it thankfully, and heard it closed and barred behind him. And there was the low wooden fodder-store close against the wall. Within, it smelled of dry grass, and the fine dust stirred by their feet tickled the nose, and stung.
    "No one will come here," said Simon, low-voiced. "The stables in the yard are well stocked. And it's snug enough lying. Keep close and quiet. I go with my uncle to sup with the abbot tonight, but I'll bring you meat and drink before then. You'll dry off nicely here in the hay."
    "It's a palace," said Joscelin heartily, and squeezed his friend's arm with grateful warmth. "I'll not forget this to you. Whatever happens now, praise God, I shall know there's one person who refuses to believe me a thief, and one friend I can rely on. But bear in mind, if it comes to it, I'd rather sink alone than drag you down into the muck with me."
    "Leave Simon's well-being," said that young man with a confident grin, "to one who loves him well. You take care of your own skin, I'll vouch for mine. And now I'm gone! He'll be yelling for me to help him dress for Vespers. That's the price he pays for supping with the abbot!"
    Brother Cadfael marked their presence at Vespers, Huon de Domville sombrely splendid for the abbot's table, in rich crimson and black, Canon Eudo imperturbably demure and ascetic, like a much younger Prior Robert studying for sainthood, but keeping a weather eye on the secular prospects around him, all the same. And in attendance, the young squire Simon Aguilon, curly-haired, athletic and discreet, with a brown, open face stricken into unusual gravity by the events of the day.
    The Picards also attended, but the bride, Cadfael noted, did not, nor did the elderly maid. He had caught glimpses of Iveta twice during the later afternoon, but once again with a guardian on either side. She maintained her calm and composed bearing, she wore the same pale but proud and confident face, the slight smile was ready to visit her lips at a glance; but only that once, Cadfael reflected thoughtfully, had she been unquestionably alone, unwatched, at liberty to speak her mind without restraint. And so she had, and confounded all expectation. There was no way of getting round it. She had believed the worst of young Joscelin Lucy, and put him out of her grace with a resolution that seemed far beyond her scope. She was reconciled to her marriage and determined to go through with it, in bitter recoil, perhaps, from a far more pleasing dream which had proved disillusionment on waking.
    Then she was all too ingenuous, Cadfael decided, and far too easily convinced. Was there not a cup hidden in the sack of the boy Benjamin, in the Bible story, to make it possible to detain him? And had not the same stratagem been used many times since? But she was very young, and