Brother Cadfael 02: One Corpse Too Many

FitzAlan's man from head to foot.' The bandage stuck then, and Godith felt him flinch, and locked the fold until she could ease it free, by delicate touches. 'If that puts you in peril,' said Torold, suppressing the pain, 'I do believe I'm fit to go, and go I will. I would not for the world shrug off my danger upon you.'
    'You'll go when you're let,' said Godith, and for revenge snatched off the last fold of bandage, but very circumspectly, and holding the anointed pad in place. 'And it won't be today.'
    'Hush, let him talk, time's short,' said Cadfael. 'Go to it, lad. We're not in the business of selling Maud's men to Stephen, or Stephen's men to Maud. How did you come here in this pass?'
    Torold took a deep breath, and talked to some purpose. 'I came to the castle here with Nicholas Faintree, who was also FitzAlan's man, from the next manor to my father's, we joined the garrison only a week before it fell. The evening before the assault there was a council - we were not there, we were small fry - and they resolved to get the FitzAlan treasury away the very next day for the use of the empress, not knowing then it would be the last day. Nicholas and I were told off to be the messengers because we were new to Shrewsbury, and not known, and might get through well enough where others senior to us might be known and cut down at sight. The goods - they were not too bulky, thank God, not much plate, more coin, and most of all in jewellery - were hidden somewhere no one knew but our lord and his agent who had them in guard. We had to ride to him when the word was given, take them from where he would show us, and get clear by night for Wales. FitzAlan had an accord with Owain Gwynedd - not that he's for either party here, he's for Wales, but civil war here suits him well, and he and FitzAlan are friends. Before it was well dawn they attacked, and it was plain we could not hold. So we were sent off on our errand - it was to a shop in the town ...' He wavered, uneasy at giving any clue.
    'I know,' said Cadfael, wiping away the exudation of the night from the shoulder wound, and anointing a new pad. 'It was Edric Flesher, who himself has told me his part in it. You were taken out to his barn in Frankwell, and the treasury laid up with you to wait for the cover of night. Go on!'
    The young man, watching the dressing of his own hurts without emotion, went on obediently: 'We rode as soon as it was dark. From there clear of the suburb and into trees is only a short way. There's a herdsman's hut there in the piece where the track is in woodland, though only along the edge, the fields still close. We were on this stretch when Nick's horse fell lame. I lit down to see, for he went very badly, and he had picked up a caltrop, and was cut to the bone.'
    'Caltrops?' said Brother Cadfael, startled. 'On such a forest path, away from any field of battle?' For those unobtrusive martial cruelties, made in such a shape as to be scattered under the hooves of cavalry, and leaving always one crippling spike upturned, surely had no part to play on a narrow forest ride.
    'Caltrops,' said Torold positively. 'I don't speak simply from the wound, the thing was there embedded, I know, I wrenched it out. But the poor beast was foundered, he could go, but not far, and not loaded. There's a farm I know of very close there, I thought I could get a fresh horse in exchange for Nick's, a poor exchange but what could we do? We did not even unload, but Nick lighted down, to ease the poor creature of his weight, and said he would wait there in the hut for me. And I went, and I got a mount from the farm - it's off to the right, heading west as we were, the man's name is Ulf, he's distant kin to me on my mother's side - and rode back, with Nick's half the load on this new nag.
    'I came up towards the hut,' he said, stiffening at the recollection, 'and I thought he would be looking out for me, ready to mount, and he was not. I don't know why that made me so uneasy. Not a breath stirring, and for all I was cautious, I knew I could be heard by any man truly listening. And he never showed face or called out word. So I never went too near. I drew off, and reined forward a little way, and made a single tether of the horses, to be off as fast as might be. One knot to undo, and with a single pluck. And then I went to the hut.'
    'It was full dark then?' asked Cadfael, rolling bandage.
    'Full dark, but I could see, having been out in it. Inside it was black as pitch. The