Brother Cadfael 08: The Devil's Novice

voluntary sacrifice, and grow well again to a better, an unrevealed world.
    'I will see to it,' said Mark, 'that only he knows. And I will be his pledge that he shall be at your disposal whenever you need him.'
    'Good! Then go back now to your patient. Cadfael and I will follow you very shortly.'
    Mark departed, satisfied, to trudge back through the town and out along the Foregate.
    When he was gone, Hugh stood gazing eye to eye with Brother Cadfael, long and thoughtfully. 'Well?'
    'It's a tale that makes excellent sense,' said Cadfael, 'and a great part of it most likely true. I am of Mark's way of thinking, I do not believe the boy has killed. But the rest of it? The man who caused that fire to be built and kindled had force enough to get his men to do his will and keep his secret. A man well-served, well-feared, perhaps even well-loved. A man who would neither steal anything from the dead himself, nor allow any of his people to do so. All committed to the fire. Those who worked for him respected and obeyed him. Leoric Aspley is such a man, and in such a manner he might behave, if he believed a son of his had murdered from ambush a man who had been a guest in his house. There would be no forgiveness. If he protected the murderer from the death due, it might well be for the sake of his name, and only to serve a lifetime's penance.' He was remembering their arrival in the rain, father and son, the one severe, cold and hostile, departing without the kiss due between kinsmen, the other submissive and dutiful, but surely against his nature, at once rebellious and resigned. Feverish in his desire to shorten his probation and be imprisoned past deliverance, but in his sleep fighting like a demon for his liberty. It made a true picture. But Mark was absolute that Meriet had lied.
    'It lacks nothing,' said Hugh, shaking his head. 'He has said throughout that it was his own wish to take the cowl - so it might well be; good reason, if he was offered no other alternative but the gallows. The death came there, soon after leaving Aspley. The horse was taken far north and abandoned, so that the body should be sought only well away from where the man was killed. But whatever else the boy knows, he did not know that he was leading his gleaners straight to the place where the bones would be found, and his father's careful work undone. I take Mark's word for that, and by God, I am inclined to take Mark's word for the rest. But if Meriet did not kill the man, why should he so accept condemnation and sentence? Of his own will!'
    'There is but one possible answer,' said Cadfael. 'To protect someone else.'
    'Then you are saying that he knows who the murderer is.'
    'Or thinks he knows,' said Cadfael. 'For there is veil on veil here hiding these people one from another, and it seems to me that Aspley, if he has done this to his son, believes he knows beyond doubt that the boy is guilty. And Meriet, since he has sacrificed himself to a life against which his whole spirit rebels, and now to shameful death, must be just as certain of the guilt of that other person whom he loves and desires to save. But if Leoric is so wildly mistaken, may not Meriet also be in error?'
    'Are we not all?' said Hugh, sighing. 'Come, let's go and see this sleep-walking penitent first, and - who knows? - if he's bent on confession, and has to lie to accomplish it, he may let slip something much more to our purpose. I'll say this for him, he was not prepared to let another poor devil suffer in his place, or even in the place of someone dearer to him than himself. Harald has fetched him out of his silence fast enough.'
    Meriet was sleeping when they came to Saint Giles. Cadfael stood beside the pallet in the barn, and looked down upon a face strangely peaceful and childlike, exorcised of its devil. Meriet's breathing was long and deep and sweet. It was believable that here was a tormented sinner who had made confession and cleansed his breast, and found all things thereafter made easy. But he would not repeat his confession to a priest. Mark had a very powerful argument there.
    'Let him rest,' said Hugh, when Mark, though reluctantly, would have awakened the sleeper. 'We can wait.'
    And wait they did, the better part of an hour, until Meriet stirred and opened his eyes. Even then Hugh would have him tended and fed and given drink before he consented to sit by him and hear what he had to say. Cadfael had looked him over, and found nothing wrong that a few days of