Brother Cadfael 03: Monk's Hood

other one's as safe as Edwy, I keep my own counsel on where he is. But to you, brother ..."
    "No," said Cadfael quickly, "not to me, either though soon, I hope, there may be no reason left for hiding him. But that time's not yet. Is all well, then, with your own family? And Edwy none the worse?"
    "Never a whit the worse. Without a bruise or two he'd have valued his adventure less. It was all his own devising. But it's caused him to draw in his horns for a while. I never knew him so biddable before, and that's no bad thing. He's working with more zeal than he commonly shows. Not that we're overburdened with work, this close to the feast, but wanting Edwin, and now Meurig's gone to keep Christmas with his kin, I've enough on hand to keep my scamp busy."
    "So Meurig goes to his own people, does he?"
    "Regularly for Christmas and Easter. He has cousins and an uncle or so up in the borders. He'll be back before the year ends. He sets store by his own folk, does Meurig."
    Yes, so he had said on the day Cadfael first encountered him. "My kinship is my mother's kinship, I go with my own. My father was not a Welshman." Naturally he would want to go home for the feast.
    "May we all be at peace for the Lord's nativity!" said Cadfael, with heartier optimism since the discovery of the small witness now lying on a shelf in his workshop.
    "Amen to that, brother! And I and my household thank you for your stout aid, and if ever you need ours, you have but to say."
    Martin Bellecote went back to his shop with duty done, and Brother Cadfael and Brother Mark went to supper with duty still to be done.
    "I'll go early into the town," said Brother Mark, earnestly whispering in Cadfael's ear in a corner of the chapter-house, during some very lame readings in the Latin by Brother Francis, after the meal. "I'll absent myself from Prime, what does it matter if I incur penance?"
    "You will not," Brother Cadfael whispered back firmly. "You'll wait until after dinner, when you are freed to your own work, as this will truly be legitimate work for you, the best you could be about. I will not have you flout any part of the rule."
    "As you would not dream of doing, of course!" breathed Mark, and his plain, diffident face brightened beautifully into a grin he might have borrowed from Edwin or Edwy.
    "For no reason but matter of life and death. And owning my fault! And you are not me, and should not be copying my sins. It will be all the same, after dinner or before," he said reassuringly. "You'll ask for Hugh Beringar - no one else, mind, I would not be sure of any other as I am of him. Take him and show him where you found the vial, and I think Edwin's family will soon be able to call him home again."
    Their planning was largely vain. The next morning's chapter undid such arrangements as they had made, and changed everything.
    Brother Richard the sub-prior rose, before the minor matters of business were dealt with, to say that he had an item of some urgency, for which he begged the prior's attention.
    "Brother Cellarer has received a messenger from our sheepfold near Rhyd y croesau, by Oswestry. Lay Brother Barnabas is fallen ill with a bad chest, and is in fever, and Brother Simon is left to take care of all the flock there alone. But more than this, he is doubtful of his skill to tend the sick brother successfully, and asks, if it's possible, that someone of more knowledge should come to help him for a while."
    "I have always thought," said Prior Robert, frowning, "that we should have more than two men there. We run two hundred sheep on those hills, and it is a remote place. But how did Brother Simon manage to send word, since he is the only able man left there?"
    "Why, he took advantage of the fortunate circumstances that our steward is now in charge at the manor of Mallilie. It seems it is only a few miles from Rhyd y croesau. Brother Simon rode there and asked that word be sent, and a groom was despatched at once. No time has been lost, if we can send a helper today."
    The mention of Mallilie had caused the prior to prick up his ears. It had also made Cadfael start out of his own preoccupations, since this so clearly had a bearing on the very problems he was pondering. So Mallilie was but a few short miles from the abbey sheepfolds near Oswestry! He had never stopped to consider that the exact location of the manor might have any significance, and this abrupt enlightenment started a number of mental hares out of their forms in bewildering