Brother Cadfael 02: One Corpse Too Many

own way, and five years my elder. By the time I was eleven or twelve he was for ever away from home, and came back only to quarrel with my father. But he is the only brother I have, and I have not disinherited him. And they're saying there's one there more than they counted, and unknown.'
    'It will not be Giles,' he said firmly.
    'But if it were? Then he needs his name, and his sister to do what's right.' She had made up her mind. 'I must go.'
    'I think you should not. But I am sure you should not go alone.'
    He thought ruefully that her answer to that would be that she had her maid to accompany her, but instead she said at once: 'I will not take Constance into such a scene! She has no kin there, and why should she have to suffer it as well as I?'
    'Then, if you will have me, I will go with you.'
    He doubted if she had any artifice in her; certainly at this pass she showed none. Her anxious face brightened joyfully, she looked at him with the most ingenuous astonishment, hope and gratitude. But she still hesitated. 'That is kind indeed, but I can't let you do it. Why should you be subjected to such pain, just because I have a duty?'
    'Oh, come now!' he said indulgently, sure of himself and of her. 'I shall not have a moment's peace if you refuse me and go alone. But if you tell me I shall only be adding to your distress by insisting, then I'll be silent and obey you. On no other condition.'
    It was more than she could do. Her lips quivered. 'No - it would be a lie. I am not very brave !' she said sadly. 'I shall be grateful indeed.'
    He had what he had wanted; he made the most of it. Why ride, when the walk through the town could be made to last so much longer, and provide so much more opportunity to get to know her better? Hugh Beringar sent his horse to the stables, and set out with Aline along the highway and over the bridge into Shrewsbury.
    Brother Cadfael was standing guard over his murdered man in a corner of the inner ward, beside the archway, where every citizen who came in search of child or kinsman must pass close, and could be questioned. But all he got so far was mute shaking of heads and glances half-pitying, half-relieved. No one knew the young man. And how could he expect great concern from these poor souls who came looking, every one, for some known face, and barely saw the rest?
    Prestcote had made good his word, there was no tally kept of those who came, and no hindrance placed in their way, or question asked of them. He wanted his castle rid of its grim reminders as quickly as possible. The guard, under Adam Courcelle, had orders to remain unobtrusive, even to help if that would get the unwelcome guests off the premises by nightfall.
    Cadfael had persuaded every man of the guard to view his unknown, but none of them could identify him. Courcelle had frowned down at the body long and sombrely, and shaken his head.
    'I never saw him before, to my knowledge. What can there possibly have been about a mere young squire like this, to make someone hate him enough to kill?'
    'There can be murders without hate,' said Cadfael grimly. 'Footpads and forest robbers take their victims as they come, without any feeling of liking or disliking.'
    'Why, what can such a youth have had to make him worth killing for gain?'
    'Friend,' said Cadfael, 'there are those in the world would kill for the few coins a beggar has begged during the day. When they see kings cut down more than ninety in one sweep, whose fault was only to be in arms on the other side, is it much wonder rogues take that for justification? Or at least for licence!' He saw the colour burn high in Courcelle's face, and a momentary spark of anger in his eye, but the young man made no protest. 'Oh, I know you had your orders, and no choice but to obey them. I have been a soldier in my time, and borne the same discipline and done things I would be glad now to think I had not done. That's one reason I've accepted, in the end, another discipline.'
    'I doubt,' said Courcelle dryly, 'if I shall ever come to that.'
    'So would I have doubted it, then. But here I am, and would not change again to your calling. Well, we do the best we can with our lives!' And the worst, he thought, viewing the long lines of motionless forms laid out along the ward, with other men's lives, if we have power.
    There were some gaps in the silent ranks by then. Some dozen or so had been claimed by parents and wives. Soon there would be piteous little hand-carts pushed up the slope to