Brother Cadfael 05: Leper of Saint Giles

blocked by spectators so intent that they remained deaf and blind to his civil requests and attempts to make his way through their ranks, he used his elbows sturdily, and butted a path through to the front. And before anyone else could speak up and brush the question of timing aside, he lifted his voice and called loudly as he came: "True, my lord, but there is a way of knowing when he was last seen alive and well."
    He broke through then, the sudden shout opening a path before him, and emerged face to face with the abbot and the sheriff, both of whom had swung about to face and frown upon the interruption.
    "Brother Cadfael! You have something to say in this matter?"
    "I have ..." began Cadfael, and broke off to gaze in vexed concern at the shivering little figure of Brother Mark. He shook his head in distracted compunction. "But, Father, should not Brother Mark be changing that wet habit, and getting something hot into him, before he takes his death?"
    Radulfus accepted the rebuke with penitent grace. "You are quite right, I should have despatched him at once. Any further testimony he may have to give can very well wait until his teeth stop chattering. There, brother, get yourself dry garments, go to the kitchen, and have Brother Petrus make you a hot posset. Quick, run."
    "If I may ask but one question first," said Cadfael hastily, "before he goes. Did I hear, brother, that you have been following yonder lad as he came here? Have you had him under your eye all this while?"
    "All the day from morning," said Brother Mark, "he has not been more than a few minutes out of my sight. He left the hospice only an hour or so ago, and I followed him here. Is it of importance?" He meant to Brother Cadfael and whatever cause he had in mind, and Cadfael's satisfied nod comforted and warmed him.
    "There, run! You did well."
    Brother Mark made his reverence to the abbot, and dripped and shivered away to the kitchen thankfully enough. If he had done well for Brother Cadfael, he was content.
    "And now," said Radulfus, "you may explain what you meant by saying you had means of knowing when my lord Domville was last seen alive and in good health."
    "I have found and talked with a witness," said Cadfael, "who will testify, whenever the sheriff requires, that Huon de Domville spent the night before his death in his own hunting-lodge, and did not leave it until about a third of the hour after six, next morning. Also that at that time he was in excellent health, and mounted to ride back to his quarters in the Foregate. The path on which we found him is the path he would have to take from that place. And the witness, I dare pledge, is reliable."
    "If what you say is confirmed," said Prestcote, after a moment's silence, "this is of the first importance. Who is this witness? Name the man!"
    "No man," said Cadfael simply, "but a woman. Huon de Domville spent his last night with his mistress of many years, and her name is Avice of Thornbury."
    The shock passed along the ranks of the innocent brethren as a sudden wind-devil whirls through standing wheat in summer, in a great, gusty sigh and a convulsion of rustling garments like shaken stems. On his wedding-eve, to repair to another woman! And after supping with the abbot, at that! To those of lifelong celibacy even the contemplation of a bride, chaste and young, was disturbing. But a kept woman, and visited on the eve of the marriage sacrament, in despite of both the celibate and the marital morality ...!
    The sheriff belonged to a more illusionless world. Not the outrage, only the understandable fact, concerned him. Nor was Abbot Radulfus greatly disconcerted, once the words were spoken. He might have evaded the experiences of the flesh, he had not gone in ignorance of them thus far through a highly intelligent life. The mention of Avice did not shake him.
    "You recall. Father," Cadfael pursued, while he had every man's attention, "that I showed you the blue flowers of the gromwell he wore in his cap when he was found. The plant grows at this hunting-lodge, I found it there, and it bears out the woman's story. She herself set it in his cap when he left her. It is nearly two miles from the lodge to the spot where he was ambushed and killed. Your own officers, Sir Gilbert, bear witness that they flushed young Lucy here out of cover in the Foregate more than half an hour before Prime. Therefore he could not possibly have been the man who set the springe for Huon de Domville, and killed him. The