Brother Cadfael 07: The Sanctuary Sparrow

to quit his place of safety on account of a woman, it is his own choice. A sad business, but no blame lights upon any within here. No man can be wise for another.' And he led the procession into the choir with his usual impressive gait and saintly visage, and breathed the more easily now that the alien burr had been dislodged from his skin. He did not warn Jerome to say no word yet to anyone else within here; there was no need, they understood each other very well.
    Chapter Six
    Monday night to Tuesday afternoon
    Liliwin awoke with a jolting shock to darkness, the unmistakable sound of Brother Anselm's voice leading the chanting in the choir, a wild sense of fear, and the total remembrance of the wonderful and terrible thing he and Rannilt had done together, that revelation of bliss that was at the same time so appalling and unforgivable a blasphemy. Here, behind the altar, in the presence of relics so holy, the sin of the flesh, natural and human as it might be out in some meadow or coppice, became mortal and damning. But the immediate terror was worse than the distant smell of hellfire. He remembered where he was, and everything that had passed, and his senses, sharpened by terror and dismay, recognized the office. Not Vespers! Compline! They had slept for hours. Even the evening was spent, the night closing in.
    He groped with frantic gentleness along the brychan, to lay a hand over Rannilt's lips, and kissed her cheek to awaken her. She started instantly and fully out of the depths of sleep. He felt her lips move, smiling, against his palm. She remembered, but not as he did; she felt no guilt and she was not afraid. Not yet! That was still to come.
    With his lips close to her ear, in the tangle of her black hair, he breathed: 'We've slept too long ... it's night, they're singing Compline.'
    She sat up abruptly, braced and listening with him. She whispered: 'Oh mercy! What have we done? I must go ... I shall be so late ..."
    'No, not alone ... you can't. All that way in the dark!'
    I'm not afraid.'
    'But I won't let you! There are thieves and villains in the night. You shan't go alone, I'm coming with you.'
    She put him off from her with a hand flattened against his breast, her fluttering whisper agitated but still soft on his cheek: 'You can't! You can't, you mustn't leave here, they're watching outside, they'd take you.'
    'Wait ... wait here a moment, let me look.' The faint light from the choir, shut off by stone walls from their cranny, but feebly reflected into the chapel, had begun to show in a pallid outline the shape of the altar behind which they crouched. Liliwin slipped round it, and padded across to peer round a sheltering column into the nave. There were a number of elderly women of the Foregate who attended even non-parochial services regularly, having their souls in mind, their homes only a few paces distant, and nothing more interesting to do with their evenings in these declining years. Five of them were present on this fine, mild night, kneeling in the dimness just within Liliwin's view, and one of them must have brought a young grandson with her, while another, fragile enough to need or demand a prop, had a young man in his twenties attendant on her. Enough of them to provide a measure of cover, if God, or fate, or whatever held the dice, added the requisite measure of luck.
    Liliwin fled back into the dark chapel, and reached a hand to draw Rannilt out from their secret nest.
    'Quick, leave the brychans,' he whispered feverishly, 'but give me the clothes - the cotte and capuchon. No one has ever seen me but in these rags ...'
    Daniel's old coat was ample for him, and worn over his own clothes gave him added bulk, as well as respectability. The nave was lit by only two flares close to the west door, and the rust-brown capuchon, with its deep shoulder-cape, widened his build and hid his face to some extent even before he could hoist it over his head on quitting the church.
    Rannilt clung to his arm, trembling and pleading. 'No, don't ... stay here, I'm afraid for you ...'
    'Don't be afraid! We shall go out with all those people, no one will notice us.' And whether in terror or no, they would be together still a while longer, arms linked, hands clasped.
    'But how will you get in again?' she breathed, lips against his cheek.
    'I will. I'll follow someone else through the gate.' The office was ending, in a moment the brothers would be moving in procession down the opposite aisle to the night stairs.