Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent

that she cannot be within the walls, but I've set men at every wicket that gives access to a street, and made entry to every house an order under the king's justice. What's the same for all cannot well be resisted or complained of."
    "And has not?" wondered Cadfael. "Never once?"
    "They grumble, but even that under their breath. No, not one has put up any objection, nor shuffled and contrived to keep anything closed. And all yesterday until dusk I had her cousin treading on my heels, probing here and there like a worried hound on an uncertain scent. He's set two or three of his weavers to help in the hunt for her. The foreman - Bertred they call him, a strapping young fellow all brawn and brag - he's been out and about with us again all day, nose-down. He's gone with a party of my men now, out along the Castle Foregate, searching the yards and gardens in the suburb, and round to the river again. All her household is biting its nails, frantic to find her. And no wonder, for it's she who provides a living for the lot of them - a matter of twenty families or more depend on her. And never a hair of her to be found, and never a shadow of suspicion against any other creature, so far."
    "How did you do with Godfrey Fuller?" asked Cadfael, recalling what rumour said of Judith's wooers.
    Hugh laughed briefly. "I remember, too! And truth is truth, he seems as concerned about her almost as her cousin. What does he do but hand me all his keys, and bid me make free. And I did."
    "His keys for the dye-works and the fulling sheds, too?"
    "All, though I needed none, for all his men were at work, and every corner open to view, and as innocent as the day. I think he would even have lent me some men to join the hunt, but that he's too fond of money to let the work slacken."
    "And William Hynde?"
    "The old woolman? He's been away sleeping the night over with his shepherds and flocks, so his household said, and came home only this morning. He knew nothing about the girl going astray until then. Alan was there yesterday, and Hynde's wife made no demur, but let him look where he would, but I went back there this morning and spoke with the man himself. He's off back to the hills before night. It seems he has some hoggets up there with a rot of the feet, he and his man came back only to get a supply of the wash to treat them. And more concerned about them than about Mistress Perle, though he did say he was sorry to hear such news of her. By this time I'm certain she's not within the town. So," said Hugh briskly, "we may well look elsewhere. Downstream, we're agreed. Madog, come back with us to the town gate and get us a boat, and we'll take a look at what offers, downstream."
    In midstream, running with the current, and with only a twitch of Madog's oars now and then to keep them on course, they had the whole expanse of Shrewsbury's eastern side unrolling past them, a steep bank of green under the wall, here and there a cluster of low bushes at the water's edge, here and there a trailing willow tree, but chiefly one long sweep of seeding summer grass, and then the lofty grey stone of the wall. Barely a single ridge of roof showed over the crest, only the top of Saint Mary's spire and tower, and a more distant glimpse of the tip of Saint Alkmund's. There were three wickets in the wall before they reached the mouth of Saint Mary's water-lane, which gave access to the river from town and castle at need, and in places the householders within had extended their gardens to the outer side, or made use of the ground, where it was level enough, for their stores of wood or other materials for their crafts. But the slope here made cultivation difficult except in favoured spots, and the best gardens outside the wall were on the south-west, within the great serpent-coil of the river.
    They passed the narrow walled chute of the water-lane, and beyond was another steep slope of grass, more cloaked in bushes here, before the town wall drew closer to the river, flanking the level, cleared strip of green where the young men were accustomed to set up the butts and practise their archery on holidays and fair-days. At the end of this ground there was one last wicket, close under the first tower of the castle, and past that the ground levelled, a sweep of open field between the water and the high road that emerged under the castle gates. Here, as on the Welsh side, the town had spilled beyond the wall for a short way, and little houses, close-set, bordered the