Brother Cadfael 07: The Sanctuary Sparrow

may not again be supplied with food, but must come forth and submit himself to trial.'
    He was as iron-sure of his case here as was Radulfus in the days of grace, he voiced his mandate coldly. There would be no extension of the time allowed, after that they would make sure he starved until he came forth. It was fair. Forty days is consideration enough.
    'Then during that time,' said the abbot, 'you agree that the man may rest here and study on his soul. My concern for justice is no less than yours, you know I will keep to terms, and neither make nor allow others to make any offer to help the man away out of hold and out of your reach. But it would be seemly to agree that he need not confine himself to the church, but have the freedom of the whole enclosure here, so that he may make use of the lavatorium and necessarium, take some exercise in the open air, and keep himself decent among us.'
    To that the sergeant agreed without demur. 'Inside your pale, my lord, he may make free. But if he step one pace outside, my men will be ready and waiting for him.'
    'That is understood. Now, if you so wish, you may speak with the accused youth, in my presence, but without these witnesses. Those who charge him have told their story, it is fair that he should also tell his just as freely. After that, the matter must wait for trial and judgement hereafter.'
    Daniel opened his mouth as if to make furious protest, caught the abbot's cold eye, and thought better of it. The henchmen at his back shuffled and muttered, but did not venture to be clearly heard. Only the provost spoke up, in the interests of the town in general.
    'My lord, I was not a guest at yesterday's marriage, I have no direct knowledge of what befell. I stand here for the fair mind of Shrewsbury, and with your leave I would wish to hear what the young man may say for himself.'
    The abbot agreed to that willingly. 'Come, then, into the church. And you, good people, may disperse in peace.' So they did, still with some reluctance at not getting their hands immediately on their prey. Only Daniel, instead of withdrawing, stepped forward hastily to arrest the abbot's attention, his manner now anxious and ingratiating, his grievance put away in favour of a different errand.
    'Father Abbot, if you please! It's true we all ran wild last night, finding my poor father laid flat as he was, and bleeding. Truly we did believe him murdered, and cried it too soon, but even now there's no knowing how badly he's hurt. And my old grandmother, when she heard it, fell in a seizure, as she has once before, and though she's better of it now, she's none too well. And from the last fit she had, she puts more faith in Brother Cadfael's remedies than in all the physicians. And she bid me ask if he may come back with me and medicine her, for he knows what's needed when this breathlessness takes her, and the pains in her breast.'
    The abbot looked round for Cadfael, who had come forth from the shadow of the cloister at hearing this plea. There was no denying he felt a distinct quiver of anticipation. After the night he had spent beside Liliwin, he could not help being consumed with curiosity as to what had really happened at Daniel Aurifaber's wedding supper.
    'You may go with him, Brother Cadfael, and do what you can for the woman. Take whatever time you need.'
    'I will, Father,' said Cadfael heartily, and went off briskly into the garden, to fetch what he thought might be required from his workshop.
    The goldsmith's burgage was situated on the street leading to the gateway of the castle, where the neck of land narrowed, so that the rear plots of the houses on either side the street ran down to the town wall, while the great rondel of Shrewsbury lay snug to the south-west in the loop of the Severn. It was one of the largest plots in the town, as its owner was thought to be one of the wealthiest men; a right-angled house with a wing on the street, and the hall and main dwelling running lengthwise behind. Aurifaber, ever on the lookout for another means of making money, had divided off the wing and let it as a shop and dwelling to the locksmith Baldwin Peche, a middle-aged widower without children, who found it convenient and adequate to his needs. A narrow passage led through between the two shops to the open yard behind, with its well, and the separate kitchens, byres and privies. Rumour said of Walter Aurifaber that he even had his cesspit stone-lined, which many considered to be arrogating to