Brother Cadfael 11: An Excellent Mystery by Ellis Peters

her, when her father died?'
    'To what end? What could she do for him, or he for her? No, we let her be. If she was happy there, why trouble her?'
    Nicholas gripped his hands together under the board, and wrung them hard, and asked his last question: 'Where was it she chose to go?' His own voice sounded to him hollow and distant.
    'She's in the Benedictine abbey of Wherwell, close by Andover.'
    So that was the end of it! All this time she had been within hail of him, the house of her refuge encircled now by armies and factions and contention. If only he had spoken out what he felt in his heart at the first sight of her, even hampered as he had been by the knowledge of the blow he was about to deal her, and gagged by that knowledge when for once he might have been eloquent. She might have listened, and at least delayed, even if she could feel nothing for him then. She might have thought again, and waited, and even remembered him. Now it was far too late, she was a bride for the second time, and even more indissolubly.
    This time there was no question of argument. The betrothal vows made by or for a small girl might justifiably be dissolved, but the vocational vows of a grown woman, taken in the full knowledge of their meaning, and of her own choice, never could be undone. He had lost her.
    Nicholas lay all night in the small guest-chamber prepared for him, fretting at the knot and knowing he could not untie it. He slept shallowly and uneasily, and in the morning he took his leave, and set out on the road back to Shrewsbury.

Chapter Five
    I t so happened that Brother Cadfael was private with Humilis in his cell in the dortoir when Nicholas again rode in at the gatehouse and asked leave to visit his former lord, as he had promised. Humilis had risen with the rest that morning, attended Prime and Mass, and scrupulously performed all the duties of the horarium, though he was not yet allowed to exert himself by any form of labour. Fidelis attended him everywhere, ready to support his steps if need arose, or fetch him whatever he might want, and had spent the afternoon completing, under his elder's approving eye, the initial letter which had been smeared and blotted by his fall. And there they had left the boy to finish the careful elaboration in gold, while they repaired to the dortoir, physician and patient together.
    'Well closed,' said Cadfael, content with his work, 'and firming up nicely, clean as ever. You scarcely need the bandages, but as well keep them a day or two yet, to guard against rubbing while the new skin is still frail.'
    They were grown quite easy together, these two, and if both of them realised that the mere healing of a broken and festered wound was no sufficient cure for what ailed Humilis, they were both courteously silent on the subject, and took their moderate pleasure in what good they had achieved.
    They heard the footsteps on the stone treads of the day stairs, and knew them for booted feet, not sandalled. But there was no spring in the steps now, and no hasty eagerness, and it was a glum young man who appeared, shadowy, in the doorway of the cell. Nor had he been in any hurry on the way back from Lai, since he had nothing but disappointment to report. But he had promised, and he was here.
    'Nick!' Humilis greeted him with evident pleasure and affection. 'You're soon back! Welcome as the day, but I had thought…' There he stopped, even in the dim interior light aware that the brightness was gone from the young man's face. 'So long a visage? I see it did not go as you would have wished.'
    'No, my lord.' Nicholas came in slowly, and bent his knee to both his elders. 'I have not sped.'
    'I am sorry for it, but no man can always succeed. You know Brother Cadfael? I owe the best of care to him.'
    'We spoke together the last time,' said Nicholas, and found a half-hearted smile by way of acknowledgement. 'I count myself also in his debt.'
    'Spoke of me, no doubt,' said Humilis, smiling and sighing. 'You