Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent by Ellis Peters Page B

sunlight behind him casting him into sharp silhouette, and shining through his ruffled fair hair, turning light brown into flaxen. He was flushed and out of breath, but he heaved a great, relieved sigh at the sight of Judith sitting composed and tearless and in calm company.
    "Dear God, what has been happening here? The tales they're buzzing along the Foregate of murder and malice! Brother, is it true? My cousin... I knew she was coming here this morning. Thank God, girl dear, I find you safe and well befriended. No harm has come to you? I came on the run as soon as I heard what they were saying, to take you home."
    His boisterous coming had blown away, like a March wind, the heavy solemnity that had pervaded the room, and his vigour had brought back some rising colour to Judith's frozen face. She rose to meet him, and let him embrace her in an impulsive hug, and kiss her cold cheek.
    "I've taken no harm, no need to fret for me. Brother Cadfael has been kind enough to keep me company. He was here before I came, and Father Abbot also, there was never any threat or danger to me."
    "But there has been a death?" With his arms still protectively about her he looked from her face to Cadfael's, anxiously frowning. "Or is it all a false tale? They were saying a brother of the abbey was carried home from this place, and his face covered?"
    "It's all too true," said Cadfael, rising somewhat wearily. "Brother Eluric, the custodian of Saint Mary's altar, was found here this morning stabbed to death."
    "Here? What, within the house?" He sounded incredulous, as well he might. What would a brother of the abbey be doing invading a craftsman's house?
    "In the garden. Under the rose-tree," said Cadfael briefly, "and that rose-tree hacked and damaged. Your cousin will tell you all. Better you should hear truth than the common rumours none of us will quite escape. But the lady should be taken home at once and allowed to rest. She has need of it." He took up from the stone threshold the form of wax, on which the young man's eyes rested with wondering curiosity, and laid it carefully away in his linen scrip to avoid handling.
    "Indeed!" agreed Miles, recalled to his duty and flushing boyishly. "And thank you, Brother, for your kindness."
    Cadfael followed them out into the workshop. Niall was at his bench, but he rose to meet them as they took their leave, a modest man, who had had the delicacy to remove himself from any attendance on what should be private between comforter and comforted. Judith looked at him gravely, and suddenly recovered from some deep reserve of untouched innocence within her a pale but lovely smile. "Master Niall, I grieve that I have caused you so much trouble and distress, and I do thank you for your goodness. And I have a thing to collect, and a debt to pay - have you forgotten?"
    "No," said Niall. "But I would have brought it to you when the time was better suited." He turned to the shelf behind him, and brought out to her the coiled girdle. She paid him what he asked, as simply as he asked it, and then she unrolled the buckle end in her hands, and looked long at her dead husband's mended gift, and for the first time her eyes moistened with a pearly sheen, though no tears fell.
    "It is a time very well suited now," she said, looking up into Niall's face, "for a small, precious thing to provide me with a pure pleasure."
    It was the only pleasure she had that day, and even that carried with it a piercing undercurrent of pain. Agatha's flustered and voluble fussing and Miles's restrained but all too attentive concern were equally burdensome to her. The dead face of Brother Eluric remained with her every moment. How could she have failed to feel his anguish? Once, twice, three times she had received him and parted from him, with no deeper misgiving than a mild sense of his discomfort, which could well be merely shyness, and a conviction that here was a young man none too happy, which she had attributed to want of a true