Brother Cadfael 07: The Sanctuary Sparrow

saw my father go alone to the shop, and he stole in there, and saw what wealth there was in the open coffer. Enough to tempt a poor man, I grant you. But even poor men must needs resist temptation.'
    'You are very sure,' said Cadfael.
    'I am sure. He owes a life for it.'
    The little maidservant turned her head sharply, gazing with lips parted. Such eyes, huge and grieved. She made a very small sound like a kitten's whimper.
    'Rannilt is daft about the boy,' said Susanna simply, scornfully tolerant of folly. 'He ate with her in the kitchen, and played and sang for her. She's sorry for him. But what's done is done.'
    'And when you found your father lying so, of course you ran back here to call help for him?'
    'I couldn't lift him alone. I cried out what had happened, and those guests who were still here came running, and Iestyn, our journeyman, came rushing up the stairs from the undercroft where he sleeps - he'd gone to bed an hour or more earlier, knowing he'd have to man the shop alone this morning ..." Of course, in expectation of the goldsmith's thick head and his son's late tarrying with his bride. 'We carried father up to his bed, and someone - I don't know who was the first - cried out that this was the jongleur's doing, and that he couldn't be far, and out they all went streaming, every man, to hunt for him. And I left Margery to watch by father, while I ran off to fetch Master Arnald.'
    'You did what was possible,' Cadfael allowed. 'Then when was it Dame Juliana took her fit?'
    'While I was gone. She'd gone to her chamber, she may even have been asleep, though with the larking and laughing in the gallery I should doubt it. But I was hardly out of the door when she hobbled along to father's room, and saw him lying, with his bloody head, and senseless. She clutched at her heart, Margery says, and fell down. But it was not such a bad fit this time. She was already wake and talking,' said Susanna, 'when I came back with the physician. We had help then for both of them.'
    'Well, they've both escaped the worst,' said Cadfael, brooding, 'for this time. Your father is a strong, hale man, and should live his time out without harm. But for the dame, more shocks of the kind could be the death of her, and so I've told her.'
    'The loss of her treasury,' said Susanna dryly, 'was shock enough to kill her. If she lives through that, she's proof against all else until her full time comes. We are a durable kind, Brother Cadfael, very durable.'
    Cadfael turned aside from leaving by the passage to the street, and entered Walter Aurifaber's workshop by the side door. Here Walter would have let himself in, when he came burdened with several choice items in gold and silver, enamel and fine stones, to lock them up with his other wealth in the strong-box; from which, in all likelihood, Mistress Margery would have had much ado to get them out again for her wearing. Unless, of course, that soft and self-effacing shape concealed a spirit of unsuspected toughness. Women can be very deceptive.
    As he entered the shop from the passage, the street door was on his left, there was a trestled show-table, cloth-covered, and the rear part of the room was all narrow shelving, the small furnace cold, and the work-benches, at which Daniel was working on a setting for a clouded moss agate, brows locked in a gloomy knot. But his fingers were deft enough with the fine tools, for all his preoccupation with the family misfortunes. The journeyman was bent over a scale on the bench beside the furnace, weighing small tablets of silver. A sturdy, compact person, this Iestyn, by the look of him about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with cropped, straight dark hair in a thick cap. He turned his head, hearing someone entering, and his face was broad but bony, dark-skinned, thick-browed, deep-eyed, wholly Welsh. A better-humored man than his master, though not so comely.
    At sight of Cadfael, Daniel put his tools aside. 'You've seen them both? How is it with them?'
    'The pair of them will do well enough for this time,' said Cadfael. 'Master Walter is under his own physician, and held to be out of any danger, if his memory is shaken. Dame Juliana is over this fit, but any further shock could be mortal, it's only to be expected. Few reach such an age.'
    By the young man's face, he was pondering whether any ever should. But for all that, he knew she favoured him, and had a use for her indulgence. He might even be fond of her, after his fashion, and as far