Brother Cadfael 06: A Virgin In The Ice

not have recalled his own errand from Pershore, and started back to his duty there? It might take a man so, his wits being still so shaken up in him."
    "It comes to me now," said Cadfael earnestly, "that I have never been to the spot where Elyas was attacked, though I suppose it must be not far from where our sister was killed. And that again has been fretting me." But he forbore from spelling out what he found peculiar about it, for Leonard had been a man of the cloister from puberty, serenely content and blissfully innocent, and there was no need to trouble him by reflecting aloud that the night of Hilaria's death had been a blizzard as intense as the night just past, that even lust has its preference for a modicum of shelter, and of shelter he had seen none close to her icy grave. A bed of snow and ice, and a coverlet of howling wind, do not constitute the most conducive of circumstances for rape. "I was meaning to go out with the rest," he said, "as soon as I have take a bite to eat. How if I should borrow Reyner to bring me to the place where he found Brother Elyas? As well begin there as anywhere."
    "That you could," agreed the prior, "if you are sure the girl will bide quietly here, and not try to take some action of her own."
    "She'll bide," said Cadfael confidently, "and give you no trouble." And so she would, but not for his asking. She would wait here obediently because one Olivier, a paragon, had ordered her to do so. "Come, and we'll ask your man if he'll be my guide."
    The prior drew his tenant out of the group before it moved off from the gatehouse, and made them acquainted. Clearly Reyner had a warm relationship with his lord, and was ready to fall in cheerfully with whatever course Leonard suggested.
    "I'll take you there, brother, gladly. The poor man, to be out again in this, when it's almost been the death of him once. And he making such a good recovery. A madness must have come on him, to want out on such a night."
    "Had you not better take two of our mules?" wondered the prior. "The place may not be far, but how far beyond may it not take you, if you should find a trace to follow? And your horse has been worked hard since coming here, Cadfael. Our beasts are fresh and hardy."
    It was not an offer to be refused. Mounted or afoot, travelling would be slow, but better mounted. Cadfael went to snatch a hasty dinner, and returned to help Reyner saddle the mules. They set forth eastward along a road by this time well trampled. The best of the day would last them perhaps four hours, and after that they must be prepared for a possible return of the snow, as well as fading light. They left Ludlow distant on their right hand, and went on along the beaten road. The sky hung heavy and grey before them, though a feeble sun still shone upon this stretch of their way.
    "Surely it was not on the very highroad you found him?" said Cadfael, as Reyner made no move to turn aside.
    "Very close, brother, a little to the north of it. We'd come down the slope below the Lacy woods, and all but fell over him lying naked there in the snow. I tell you," said Reyner forcibly, "I'll take it very ill if we lose him now, after such an escape, and him as near death when we picked him up as ever man was and lived to tell it. To filch a good man back from the grave, and cheat those devils who did their worst to thrust him under, that did my heart good. Well, please God we'll haul him back from the edge a second time. I hear you had a lad went with him," said Reyner, turning his far-sighted blue eyes on Cadfael. "One that was lost before time, and now to seek again. I call it handsome, in one so young, to stick like a burr where he could not persuade. We'll be after the pair of them, every hale man who tills or keeps stock around these parts. We are near, brother. Here we leave the road and bear left."
    But not far. A shallow bowl only a few minutes from the road, lined with bushes and two squat hawthorn trees on the upper side, to the north.
    "Just here he lay," said Reyner.
    It had been well worth coming, for this posed glaring problems. It fitted the marauding pattern of that night, yes. The outlaws had come from their early raid south of the road, and crossed, it seemed, somewhere here, to climb to some track well known to them, by which they could return unnoticed into the wilderness of Titterstone Clee. Here they could well have happened on Brother Elyas, and killed him more for sport than for his gown and linen, though not