Brother Cadfael 12: The Raven in the Foregate

- did you not see how well I knew the seal?"
    "You can trust me, I won't say word to any, nor to him, either, but I want to know how I may know him, where I may find him, in case of need."
    "At the abbey," said Diota as softly and hurriedly, making up her mind. "He's working in the garden, by the name of Benet, under the herbalist brother."
    "Oh, Brother Cadfael - I know him!" said the girl, breathing satisfaction. "He treated me once for a bad fever, when I was ten years old, and he came to help my mother three Christmases ago, when she fell into her last illness. Good, I know where his herbarium is. Go now, quickly!"
    She watched Diota scurry hastily out of the small courtyard, and then closed the door and went back to the solar, where Giffard was sitting sunk in anxious consideration, heavy-browed and sombre.
    "Shall you go to this meeting?"
    He had the letter still in his hand. Once already he had made an impulsive motion towards the fire, to thrust the parchment into it and be rid of it, but then had drawn back again, rolled it carefully and hid it in the breast of his cotte. She took that for a sign favourable to the sender, and was pleased. It was no surprise that he did not give her a direct answer. This was a serious business and needed thought, and in any case he never paid any great heed to his step-daughter, either to confide in her or to regulate her actions. He was indulgent rather out of tolerant indifference than out of affection.
    "Say no word of this to anyone," he said. "What have I to gain by keeping such an appointment? And everything to lose! Have not your family and mine lost enough already by loyalty to that cause? How if he should be followed to the mill?"
    "Why should he be? No one has any suspicion of him. He's accepted at the abbey as a labourer in the gardens, calling himself Benet. He's vouched for. Christmas Eve, and by night, there'll be no one abroad but those already in the church. Where's the risk? It was a good time to choose. And he needs help."
    "Well ..." said Ralph, and drummed his fingers irresolutely on the small cylinder in the breast of his cotte. "We have two days yet, we'll watch and wait until the time comes."
    Benet was sweeping up the brushings from the hedge, and whistling merrily over the work, when he heard brisk, light steps stirring the moist gravel on the path behind him, and turned to behold a young woman in a dark cloak and hood advancing upon him from the great court. A small, slender girl of erect and confident bearing, the outline of her swathed form softened and blurred by the faint mist of a still day, and the hovering approach of dusk. Not until she was quite near to him and he had stepped deferentially aside to give her passage could he see clearly the rosy, youthful face within the shadow of the hood, a rounded face with apple-blossom skin, a resolute chin, and a mouth full and firm in its generosity of line, and coloured like half-open roses. Then what light remained gathered into the harebell blue of her wide-set eyes, at once soft and brilliant, and he lost sight of everything else. And though he had made way for her to pass him by, and ducked his head to her in a properly servant-like reverence, she did not pass by, but lingered, studying him closely and candidly, with the fearless, innocent stare of a cat. Indeed there was something of the kitten about the whole face, wider at the brow and eyes than its length from brow to chin, tapered and tilted imperiously, as a kitten confronts the world, never having experienced fear. She looked him up and down gravely, and took her time about it, in a solemn inspection that might have been insolent if it had not implied a very serious purpose. Though what interest some noble young woman of the county or well-to-do merchant daughter of the town could have in him was more than Benet could imagine.
    Only when she was satisfied of whatever had been in question in her mind did she ask, in a clear, firm voice: "Are you Brother Cadfael's new helper here?"
    "Yes, my lady," said the dutiful labourer bashfully, shuffling his feet and somehow even contriving a blush that sat rather oddly on so positive and cheerful a countenance.
    She looked at the trimmed hedge and the newly weeded and manured flower beds, and again at him, and for a dazzling instant he thought she smiled, but in the flicker of an eyelash she was solemn again.
    "I came to ask Brother Cadfael for some herbs for my kitchen forcemeats. Do you know were I