Brother Cadfael 10: The Pilgrim of Hate

lost more than half an hour of time, and surely they won't grudge us that."
    "Granted what is so far related of these two hardly fits the case," Cadfael acknowledged doubtfully, "for the one is said to be mortally ill and going to Aberdaron to die, and the other is resolute to keep him company to the end. But a young man who wishes to disappear may provide himself with a circumstantial story as easily as with a new name. And at all events, between Abingdon and Shrewsbury it's possible they may have encountered Luc Meverel alone and under his own name."
    "But if one of these two, either of these two, should truly be the man I want," said Olivier doubtfully, "then who, in the name of God, is the other?"
    "We ask each other questions," said Hugh practically, "which either of these two could answer in a moment. Come, let's leave Abbot Radulfus to call them in, and see what comes of it."
    It was not difficult to induce the abbot to have the two young men sent for. It was not so easy to find them and bring them to speak for themselves. The messenger, sent forth in expectation of prompt obedience, came back after a much longer time than had been expected, and reported ruefully that neither of the pair could be found within the abbey walls. True, the porter had not actually seen either of them pass the gatehouse. But what had satisfied him that the two were leaving was that the young man Matthew had come, no long time after dinner, to reclaim his dagger, and had left behind him a generous gift of money to the house, saying that he and his friend were already bound away on their journey, and desired to offer thanks for their lodging. And had he seemed, it was Cadfael who asked it, himself hardly knowing why, had he seemed as he always was, or in any way disturbed or alarmed or out of countenance and temper, when he came for his weapon and paid his and his friend's score?
    The messenger shook his head, having asked no such question at the gate. Brother Porter, when enquiry was made direct by Cadfael himself, said positively: "He was like a man on fire. Oh, as soft as ever in voice, and courteous, but pale and alight, you'd have said his hair stood on end. But what with every soul within here wandering in a dream, since this wonder, I never thought but here were some going forth with the news while the furnace was still white-hot."
    "Gone?" said Olivier, dismayed, when this word was brought back to the abbot's parlour. "Now I begin to see better cause why one of these two, for all they come so strangely paired, and so strangely account for themselves, may be the man I'm seeking. For if I do not know Luc Meverel by sight, I have been two or three times his lord's guest recently, and he may well have taken note of me. How if he saw me come, today, and is gone hence thus in haste because he does not wish to be found? He could hardly know I am sent to look for him, but he might, for all that, prefer to put himself clean out of sight. And an ailing companion on the way would be good cover for a man wanting a reason for his wanderings. I wish I might yet speak with these two. How long have they been gone?"
    "It cannot have been more than an hour and a half after noon," said Cadfael, "according to when Matthew reclaimed his dagger."
    "And afoot!" Olivier kindled hopefully. "And even unshod, the one of them! It should be no great labour to overtake them, if it's known what road they will have taken."
    "By far their best way is by the Oswestry road, and so across the dyke into Wales. According to Brother Denis, that was Ciaran's declared intent."
    "Then, Father Abbot," said Olivier eagerly, "with your leave I'll mount and ride after them, for they cannot have got far. It would be a pity to miss the chance, and even if they are not what I'm seeking, neither they nor I will have lost anything. But with or without my man, I shall return here."
    "I'll ride through the town with you," said Hugh, "and set you on your way, for this will be new country to you. But then I must be about my own business, and see if we've gathered any harvest from this morning's hunt. I doubt they've gone deeper into the forest, or I should have had word by now. We shall look for you back before night, Olivier. One more night at the least we mean to keep you and longer if we can."
    Olivier took his leave hastily but gracefully, made a dutiful reverence to the abbot, and turned upon Brother Cadfael a brief, radiant smile that shattered his preoccupation for an