Brother Cadfael 12: The Raven in the Foregate

I went myself to talk to Jordan's wife, while he was busy at his ovens. I told her what news we had of his moves, and made her understand it was proven beyond doubt where he'd been. I think she was ready to break like a branch over-fruited. Do you know how many children she's borne, poor soul? Eleven, and only two of them living. And how he managed to engender so many, considering how seldom he lies at home, only the recording angel can tell. Not a bad-looking woman, if she were not so worn and harried. And still fond of him!"
    "And this time," said Cadfael, awed, "she really told you truth?"
    "Of course she did, she was rightly afraid for him. Yes, she told truth. Yes, he was out all that night, it was nothing new. But not murdering anyone! No, on that she was insistent, he would not hurt a fly. He's done his worst by a poor wretch of a wife, however! All he'd been about, she said, was bedding his latest fancy girl, and that was the bold little bitch who's maidservant to the old woman who lives next to the miller, by the pool."
    "Ah, now that's a far more likely thing," said Cadfael, enlightened. "That rings true! We talked to her," he recalled, fascinated, "next morning, when we were looking for Ailnoth." A pretty slut of about eighteen, with a mane of dark hair and bold, inquisitive eyes, saying: "Not a soul that I know of came along here in the night, why should they?" No, she had not been lying. She had never thought of her covert lover as counting among the furtive visitors to the mill in the darkness. His errand was known, and if not innocent, entirely natural and harmless. She spoke according to her understanding.
    "And she never said word of Jordan! No, why should she? She knew what he'd been up to, it was not about him you were asking. Oh, no, I've nothing against the girl. But I would stake much that she knows nothing of time, and has no notion exactly when he came or when he left, except by the beginning of light. He could have killed a man before ever he whispered at the deaf woman's door, for ears that were forewarned and sharp enough."
    "I doubt if he did," said Cadfael.
    "So do I. But see how beautiful a case I can make against him! His wife has admitted that he went there. The shepherd saw him leaving. We know that Father Ailnoth went along that same path. After Mistress Hammet had fled from him, still he waited for his prey. And how if he saw a parishioner of his, already in dispute with him, and whose reputation he may well have heard before then, whispering his way furtively into a strange house, and being let in by a young woman? How then? His nose was expert at detecting sinners, he might well be distracted from his first purpose to flush out an evil-doer on the spot. The old woman is stone deaf. The girl, if she witnessed such a collision, and saw its end, would hold her tongue and tell a good story. In such a case, Cadfael, old friend, the priest might well have started too hot a hare, and got the worst of it, ending in the pool."
    "The blow to Ailnoth's head," said Cadfael, jolted, "was deep to the back. Men in conflict go face to face."
    "True, but one may easily be spun aside and involuntarily turn his back for an instant. But you know how the wound lay, and I know. But do the commons know?"
    "And you will really do this?" marvelled Cadfael.
    "Most publicly, my friend, I will do it. Tomorrow morning, at Ailnoth's funeral - even those who most hated him will be there to make sure he's safely underground, what better occasion could there be? If it bears fruit, then we have our answer, and the town can be at peace, once the turmoil's over. If not, Jordan will be none the worse for a short-lived fright, and a few nights, perhaps," pondered Hugh, gleaming mischief, "on a harder bed than usual with him, and lying alone. He may even learn that his own bed is the safest from this on."
    "And how if no man speaks up to deliver him," said Cadfael with mild malice, "and the thing happened just as you have pictured it to me a minute ago, and Jordan really is your man? What then? If he keep his head and deny all, and the girl bears witness for him, you'll have trailed your bait in vain."
    "Ah, you know the man better than that," said Hugh, undisturbed. "Big-boned and hearty, but no great stiffening in his back. If he did it, deny it as loudly as he may when he's first accused, a couple of nights on stone and he'll be blabbing out everything, how he did no more than defend himself, how it was mere