Brother Cadfael 11: An Excellent Mystery

wall has burned, churches, a nunnery, shops, it might not have been so terrible if the season had not been high summer, and so dry.'
    'And Hyde Mead?'
    'There's no knowing from which side came the arrows that set us alight. The fighting had spilled outside the city walls by then, and there was looting, as always,' said Brother Humilis. 'We fought the fire as long as we could, but there was none besides to help us, and it was too fierce, we could not bring it under. Our prior ordered that we withdraw into the countryside, and so we did. Somewhat short of our number,' he said. 'There were deaths.'
    Always there were deaths, and usually of the innocent and helpless. Radulfus stared with locked brows into the chalice of his linked hands, and thought.
    'The prior lived to write letters. Where is he now?'
    'Safe, in a manor of a kinsman, some miles from the city. He has ordered our withdrawal, dispersing the brothers wherever they might best find shelter. I asked if I might come to beg asylum here in Shrewsbury, and Brother Fidelis with me. And we are come, and are in your hands.'
    'Why?' asked the abbot. 'Welcome indeed you are, I ask only, why here?'
    'Father, some mile or two up-river from here, on a manor called Salton, I was born. I had a fancy to see the place again, or at least be near it, before I die.' He smiled, meeting the penetrating eyes beneath the knotted brows. 'It was the only property my father held in this shire. There I was born, as it so happened. A man displaced from his last home may well turn back to his first.'
    'You say well. So far as is in us, we will supply that home. And your young brother?' Fidelis put back the cowl from his neck, bent his head reverently, and made a small outward sweep of submissive hands, but no sound.
    'Father, he cannot speak for himself, I offer thanks from us both. I have not been altogether in my best health in Hyde, and Brother Fidelis, out of pure kindness, has become my faithful friend and attendant. He has no kinsfolk to whom he can go, he elects to be with me and tend me as before. If you will permit.' He waited for the acknowledging nod and smile before he added: 'Brother Fidelis will serve God here with every faculty he has. I know him, and I answer for him. But one, his voice, he cannot employ. Brother Fidelis is mute.'
    'He is no less welcome,' said Radulfus, 'because his prayers must be silent. His silence may be more eloquent than our spoken words.' If he had been taken aback he had mastered the check so quickly as to give no sign. It would not be so often that Abbot Radulfus would be disconcerted. 'After this journey,' he said, 'you must both be weary, and still in some distress of mind until you have again a bed, a place, and work to do. Go now with Brother Cadfael, he will take you to Prior Robert, and show you everything within the enclave, dortoir and frater and gardens and herbarium, where he rules. He will find you refreshment and rest, your first need. And at Vespers you shall join us in worship.'
    Word of the arrivals from the south brought Hugh Beringar down hotfoot from the town to confer first with the abbot, and then with Brother Humilis, who repeated freely what he had already once related. When he had gleaned all he could, Hugh went to find Cadfael in the herb-garden, where he was busy watering. There was an hour yet before Vespers, the time of day when all the necessary work had been done, and even a gardener could relax and sit for a while in the shade. Cadfael put away his watering-can, leaving the open, sunlit beds until the cool of the evening, and sat down beside his friend on the bench against the high south wall.
    'Well, you have a breathing-space, at least,' he said. 'They are at each other's throats, not reaching for yours. Great pity, though, that townsmen and monastics and poor nuns should be the sufferers. But so it goes in this world. And the queen and her Flemings must be in the town by now, or very near. What happens next? The besiegers may very well find themselves besieged.'
    'It has happened before,' agreed Hugh. 'And the bishop had fair warning he might have need of a well-stocked larder, but she may have taken her supplies for granted. If I were the queen's general, I would take time to cut all the roads into Winchester first, and make certain no food can get in. Well, we shall see. And I hear you were the first to have speech with these two brothers from Hyde.'
    'They overtook me in the Foregate. And what do you make of