Brother Cadfael 04: St. Peter's Fair

poor Warin! He's not ... oh, not dead ...?"
    Roger gave vent to a snort of contempt. "Not he! Alive and fit as a flea, barring being stiff from the cords. How he could sleep so sound as not to hear the fumbling with the latch, nor even notice when the door was opened, there's no guessing. But if he did hear, he took good care not to give the robbers any trouble. You know Warin's no hero. He says he was only shook awake when the sack went over his head, and never saw face nor form, though he thinks there were two of them, for there was some whispering. But as like as not he heard them come, but chose not to, for fear they'd slip the knife in his ribs."
    Emma's colour had warmed into rose again. She drew a deep breath of thankfulness. "But he's safe? He's taken no harm at all?" She caught Aline's sympathetic eye, and laughed shakily with relief. "I know he is not brave. I'm glad he is not! Nor very clever nor very industrious, either, but I've known him since I was a little girl, he used to make toys for me, and willow whistles. Thank God he is not harmed!"
    "Not a graze! I wish," said Roger, his eyes burning jealously upon her childish morning beauty, not yet adorned and needing no adornment, "I wish to God I'd stayed there to be watchman myself, they'd not have broken in there unscathed, and found everything handed over on a platter."
    "But then you might have been killed, Roger. I'm glad you were not there, you'd surely have put up a fight and come to harm. What, against two, and you unarmed? Oh, no, I want no man hurt to protect my possessions."
    "What followed?" asked Hugh shortly, stamping his feet into his shoes and reaching for his coat. "You've left him there to mind the stall? Is he fit?"
    "As you or me, my lord. I'll send him to you to tell his own tale when I get back."
    "No need, I'm coming with you to view the place and the damage. Finish your tale. They'll scarcely have left empty-handed. What's gone with them?"
    Roger turned devoted, humble, apologetic eyes upon Emma. "Sorrow the day, mistress, my master's strong-box is gone with them!"
    Brother Cadfael was watching Emma's face just as intently as was her hopeless admirer, and it seemed to him that in the pleasure of knowing that her old servant had survived unharmed, she was proof against all other blows. The loss of the strong-box she received with unshaken serenity. In these surroundings, safe from any too pressing manifestation of his passion, she was even moved to comfort Roger. A kind-hearted girl, who did not like to see any of her own people out of sorts with his competence and his self-respect.
    "You must not feel it so sharply," she said warmly. "How could you have prevented? There is no fault attaches to you."
    "I took most of the money back to the barge with me last night," pleaded Roger earnestly. "It's safe locked away, there's been no more tampering there. But Master Thomas's account books, and some parchments of value, and charters ..."
    "Then there will be copies," said Emma firmly. "And what is more, if they took the box, supposing it to be full of money, they'll keep what money was left there, and most likely discard the box and the parchments, for what use can they make of those? We may get most of it back, you will see."
    Not merely a kind girl, but a girl of sense and fortitude, who bore up nobly under her losses. Cadfael looked at Hugh, and found Hugh looking at him, just as woodenly, but with one lively eyebrow signalling slightly sceptical admiration.
    "Nothing is lost," said Emma firmly, "of any value to compare with a life. Since Warin is safe, I cannot be sad."
    "Nevertheless," said Hugh with deliberation, "it might be well if one abbey sergeant stood guard on your booth until the fair is over. For it does seem that all the misfortunes that should be rights be shared among all the abbey's clients are falling solely upon you. Shall I ask Prior Robert to see to it?"
    She looked down, wary and thoughtful, for a moment, and then lifted deep blue eyes wide and clear as the sky, and a degree more innocent than if they had but newly opened on the world. "It's kind of you," she said, "but surely everything has now been done to us. I don't think it will be necessary to set a guard upon us now."
    Hugh came to Cadfael's workshop after the midday meal, leaving Emma in Aline's charge, helped himself to a horn of wine from Cadfael's private store, and settled down on the bench under the eaves, on the shady side. The fragrance of the herbs