Brother Cadfael 02: One Corpse Too Many

her own ardour, and seen the young, dead face exposed at his feet. She gazed and gazed, in controlled silence. The face was not offensive, rather its congestion had subsided; the unknown lay youthful and almost comely.
    'This a most Christian service you are doing now,' said Aline, low-voiced, 'for all these here. This is the unexpected one? The one more than was counted?'
    'This is he.' Cadfael stooped and drew down the linen to show the good but simple clothing, the absence of anything warlike about the young man. 'But for the dagger, which every man wears when he travels, he was unarmed.'
    She looked up sharply. Over her shoulder Beringar was gazing down with frowning concentration at the rounded face that must have been cheerful and merry in life. 'Are you saying,' asked Aline, 'that he was not in the fight here? Not captured with the garrison?'
    'So it seems to me. You don't know him?'
    'No.' She looked down with pure, impersonal compassion. 'So young! It's great pity! I wish I could tell you his name, but I never saw him before.'
    'Master Beringar?'
    'No. A stranger to me.' Beringar was still staring down very sombrely at the dead. They were almost of an age, surely no more than a year between them. Every man burying his twin sees his own burial.
    Courcelle, hovering solicitously, laid a hand on the girl's arm, and said persuasively: 'Come now, you've done your errand, you should quit this sad place at once, it is not for you. You see your fears were groundless, your brother is not here.'
    'No,' said Aline, 'this is not he, but for all that he may - How can I be sure unless I see them all?' She put off the urging touch, but very gently. 'I've ventured this far, and how is it worse for me than for any of these others?' She looked round appealingly. 'Brother Cadfael, this is your charge now. You know I must ease my mind. Will you come with me?'
    'Very willingly,' said Cadfael, and led the way without more words, for words were not going to dissuade her, and he thought her right not to be dissuaded. The two young men followed side by side, neither willing to give the other precedence. Aline looked down at every exposed face, wrung but resolute.
    'He was twenty-four years old - not very like me, his hair was darker ... Oh, here are all too many no older than he!'
    They had traversed more than half of the dolorous passage when suddenly she caught at Cadfael's arm, and froze where she stood. She made no outcry, she had breath only for a soft moan, audible as a word only to Cadfael, who was nearest. 'Giles!' she said again more strongly, and what colour she had drained from her face and left her almost translucent, staring down at a face once imperious, wilful and handsome. She sank to her knees, stooping to study the dead face close, and then she uttered the only cry she ever made over her brother, and that very brief and private, and swooped breast to breast with him, gathering the body into her arms. The mass of her hair slipped out of its coils and spilled gold over them both.
    Brother Cadfael, who was experienced enough to let her alone until she seemed to need comfort for her grief instead of decent reticence, would have waited quietly, but he was hurriedly thrust aside, and Adam Courcelle fell on his knees beside her, and took her beneath the arms to lift her against his shoulder. The shock of discovery seemed to have shaken him fully as deeply as it had Aline, his face was stricken and dismayed, his voice an appalled stammer.
    'Madam! - Aline - Dear God, is this indeed your brother? If I'd known ... if I'd known, I'd have saved him for you... Whatever the cost, I would have delivered him ... God forgive me!'
    She lifted a tearless face from the curtain of her yellow hair, and looked at him with wonder and compunction, seeing him so shattered. 'Oh, hush! How can this be any fault of yours? You could not know. You did only what you were ordered to do. And how could you have saved one, and let the rest die?'
    'Then truly this is your brother?'
    'Yes,' she said, gazing down at the dead youth with a face now drained even of shock and grief. 'This is Giles.' Now she knew the worst, and now she had only to do what was needful, what fell to her for want of father and brothers. She crouched motionless in Courcelle's arm, earnestly regarding the dead face. Cadfael, watching, was glad he had managed to mould some form back into features once handsome, but in death fallen into a total collapse of terror. At least she was