Brother Cadfael 12: The Raven in the Foregate

said Hugh, briefly smiling. "He knows these people pretty shrewdly, young as he is. And he'd rather I should harry them than he. And inasmuch as I must, I will. I'm warned off charity and humility myself," said Hugh ruefully, "on the King's affairs. He wants his enemies hunted down without remorse, and is giving orders right and left to that effect. And I have a charge to be the hunter here in my shire, for one of them."
    "Once before, as I recall," said Cadfael, refilling his friend's cup, "he gave you a task to do that you did in your own way, which certainly was not his when he gave the order. He never questioned your way, after. He may as well repent of this, later, and be glad if you shuffle your feet somewhat in the hunt. Not that I need to tell you as much, since you know it all before."
    "I can make a goodly show," agreed Hugh, grinning, "and still bear in mind that he might not be grateful for overmuch zeal, once he gets over his grudges. I never knew him bear malice for long. He did his worst here in Shrewsbury, and dislikes to be reminded of it now. The thing is this, Cadfael. Back in the summer, when it seemed the Empress had crown and sceptre and all in her hands, FitzAlan in Normandy is known to have sent over a couple of scouts of his following, to sound out the extent of her support, and see if the time was ripe to bring a fresh force over to add to her strength. How they were discovered I haven't heard, but when her fortunes were reversed, and the Queen brought her army up into London and beyond, these two venturers were cut off from return, and have been one leap ahead of capture ever since. One of them is thought to have got off successfully from Dunwich, but the other is still loose somewhere, and since he's been hunted without result in the south, the cry is now that he's made his way north to get out of range, and try to make contact with sympathisers of Anjou for help. So all the King's sheriffs are ordered to keep a strict watch for him. After his rough treatment, Stephen's in no mind to forgive and forget. I'm obliged to make a show of zeal, and that means making the matter public by proclamation, and so I shall. For my part, I'm glad to know that one of them has slipped overseas again safely, back to his wife. Nor would I be sorry if I heard that the second had followed him. Two bold boys venturing over here alone, putting their skins at risk for a cause - why should I have anything against them? Nor will Stephen, when he comes to himself."
    "You use very exact terms," said Cadfael curiously. "How do you know they are mere boys? And how do you know that the one who's fled back to Normandy has a wife?"
    "Because, my Cadfael, it's known who they are, the pair of them, youngsters very close to FitzAlan. The hart we're still hunting is one Ninian Bachiler. And the lad who's escaped us, happily, is a certain young fellow named Torold Blund, whom both you and I have good cause to remember." He laughed, seeing how Cadfael's face brightened in astonished pleasure. "Yes, the same long lad you hid in the old mill along the Gaye, some years back. And now reported as son-in-law to FitzAlan's closest friend and ally, Fulke Adeney. Yes, Godith got her way!"
    Good cause to remember, indeed! Cadfael sat warmed through by the recollection of Godith Adeney, for a short time his garden boy Godric to the outer world, and the young man she had helped him to succour and send away safely into Wales. Man and wife now, it seemed. Yes, Godith had got her way!
    "To think," said Hugh, "that I might have married her! If my father had lived longer, if I'd never come to Shrewsbury to put my newly inherited manors at Stephen's disposal, and never set eyes on Aline, I might well have married Godith. No regrets, I fancy, on either side. She got a good lad, and I got Aline."
    "And you're sure he's slipped away safely out of England, back to her?"
    "So it's reported. And so may his fellow slip away, with my goodwill," said Hugh heartily, "if he's Torold's match, and can oblige me by keeping well out of my way. Should you happen on him, Cadfael - you have a way of happening on the unexpected - keep him out of sight. I'm in no mind to clap a good lad into prison for being loyal to a cause which isn't mine."
    "You have a good excuse for setting his case aside," Cadfael suggested thoughtfully, "seeing you're come home to find a slain man on the doorstep, and a priest at that."
    "True, I could argue that as the prior case," agreed