Brother Cadfael 06: A Virgin In The Ice

was it? Is there something wrong?"
    "Nothing to fret you." Not yet, he thought with a pang, not until you must know. At least let's feed you, and warm you, and reassure you your own life is safe enough, before you need hear word of this. "I thought I saw a sheep caught in the ice, but I was mistaken." He mounted, and reached round the boy to take the reins. "We'd best make haste. We'll have full darkness on us before we reach Bromfield."
    Where the track forked they bore right as they had been instructed, a straight traverse along the slope, easy to follow. The boy's sturdy body grew heavier and softer in Cadfael's arm, the brown head hung sleepy on his shoulder. You at least, thought Cadfael, mute in his anger and grief, we'll put out of harm's way, if we could not save your sister.
    "You have not told me your name," said Yves, yawning. "I don't know what to call you."
    "My name is Cadfael, a Welshman from Trefriw, but now of Shrewsbury abbey. Where, I think, you were bound."
    "Yes, so we were. But Ermina - my sister's name is Ermina-she must always have her own way. I have far more sense than she has! If she'd listened to me we would never have got separated, and we should all have been safe in Shrewsbury by now. I wanted to come to Bromfield with Brother Elyas - you do know about Brother Elyas? - and so did Sister Hilaria, but not Ermina, she had other plans. This is all her fault!"
    And small doubt, by now, that that was true, Brother Cadfael reflected wretchedly, clasping the innocent judge who lay warm and confiding in his arm. But surely our little faults do not deserve so crushing a penalty. Without time to reconsider, to repent, to make reparation. Youth destroyed for a folly, when youth should be allowed its follies on the way to maturity and sense.
    They were coming down on to the good, trodden road between Ludlow and Bromfield. "Praise God!" said Cadfael, sighting the torches at the gatehouse, yellow terrestrial stars glowing through a fragile but thickening curtain of snow. "We are here!"
    They rode in at the gate, to be confronted by a scene of unexpected activity in the great court. The snow within was stamped into intricate patterns of hooves, and about the stables two or three grooms, certainly not of the household, were busy rubbing down horses and leading them to their stalls. Beside the door of the guest-hall Prior Leonard stood in earnest conversation with a lithe young man of middle height, still cloaked and hooded, and his back turned, but it was a back Cadfael knew very well by now. Hugh Beringar had come in person to probe into the first news of the lost Hugonins, and brought, by the look of it, two or three more officers with him.
    His ear was as sharp as ever, he turned towards the arrivals and came striding before ever the horse halted. The prior followed, eager and hopeful at sight of two returning where only one went forth.
    Cadfael was down by the time they approached, and Yves, dazzled and excited, had recovered from his sleepiness and braced himself to encounter with a nobleman's assurance whoever bore down on him. He set both plump paws to the pommel of the saddle, and vaulted down into the snow. A long way down for his short stature, but he lit like an acrobat, and stretched erect before Beringar's amused and approving eye.
    "Make your bow, Yves, to Hugh Beringar, the deputy sheriff of this shire," said Cadfael. "And to Prior Leonard of Bromfield, your host here." And to Hugh, aside, he said fervently, while the boy made his solemn reverences: "Ask him nothing, yet, get him within!"
    Between them they made a reasonable job of it, quick in response to each other from old habit. Yves was soon led away contentedly with Leonard's bony but benevolent hand on his shoulder, to be warmed and fed and made much of before bed. He was young, he would sleep this night. He was cloister-educated, he would stir in response to the bells for office, and find nothing but reassurance, and sleep again heartily.
    "For God's sake," said Cadfael, heaving a great sigh as soon as the boy was safely out of sight, "come within, somewhere quiet, where we can talk. I never expected you here in person, seeing the ties you have at home ..." Beringar had taken him companionably by the arm, and was hurrying him into the doorway of the prior's lodging, and eyeing him intently along his shoulder as they shook the snow from boots and cloaks on the threshold. "We had but a first breath of news of our quarry, I never