Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent

now, roused to a thief-hunt in the small hours, when all honest folk should be in their beds, and only malefactors could be abroad. They had traced the sound of his fall only too accurately; they knew someone had been clambering round the warehouse, and surely with no good intent. A detached part of Bertred's mind somehow had time to wonder, even as his legs and lungs strained for the speed of terror, how young Hynde managed to go back and forth by night without raising the same alarm. But of course the mastiff knew him, he was one of the guarded, an ally in the protection of property here, not an enemy and a threat.
    Flight and pursuit made strangely little noise in the night, or disturbance in the darkness, and yet he felt, rather than saw, man and hound converging upon his path, and heard the rush of movement and the purposeful in-and-out of breath drawing close from his right flank. The watchman lunged at him with a long staff, and caught him a glancing blow on the head that half-stunned him, and sent him hurtling forward out of balance to the very edge of the river-bank. But he was past the man now, and could leave him behind, it was the dog, close on his heels, that terrified him, and gave him the strength for the last great leap that carried him out from the grass spur overhanging the water.
    The bank was higher than he had realised, and the water somewhat lower, exposing shelving faces of rock. Instead of clearing these into deep water, he fell with a crash among the tilted stones, though his outflung arm raised a splash from the shallows between. His head, already ringing from the watchman's blow, struck hard against a sharp edge of stone. He lay stunned where he had fallen, half-concealed beneath the bushy overhang, wholly shrouded in the darkness. The mastiff, no lover of water, padded uneasily along the grassy shelf and whined, but went no further.
    The watchman, left well behind and out of breath, heard the splash, caught even a brief shimmer in the fitful pallor of the river's surface, and halted well short of the bank to whistle and call off his dog. The would-be thief must be half across the river by now, no use troubling further. He was reasonably sure that the felon had not succeeded in making an entry anywhere, or the dog would have raised the alarm earlier. But he did walk round the warehouse and the dye-sheds to make sure all was in order. The dangling sill under the dark shutters hung vertically, like the planks against which it rested, and the watchman did not observe it. In the morning he would have a thorough look round, but it seemed no harm had been done. He went back contentedly to his hut, with the dog padding at his heels.
    Vivian stood rigid, listening, until the dog's baying grew more distant, and finally ceased. He stirred almost painfully out of his stillness.
    "Someone was prowling! Someone guesses - or knows!" He wiped sweat from his forehead with a dirty hand, prolonging the smears already there. "Oh, God, what am I to do? I can't let you go free, and I can't keep you here any longer, not another day. If someone suspects..."
    Judith sat silent, steadily watching him. His soiled and disillusioned beauty moved her against her will, as he could never have moved her at his most decorative and elated, the finest cock on the midden. Afraid to go on with his over-bold scheme, unable to retreat from it, frenziedly wishing he had never embarked upon it, he was like a fly in a cobweb, tangling himself ever more inextricably.
    "Judith..." He was on his knees again at her feet, clinging to her hands, pleading, cajoling, but passionately, like a child, quite forgetful of his charm and stripped naked of his vanity. "Judith, help me! Help me out of this! If there is a way, help me to find it. If they come and find you, I'm ruined, disgraced... If I let you go, you'll destroy me just the same -"
    "Hush!" she said wearily. "I don't wish you harm, I want no revenge, only to be free of you on the best terms I may."
    "How does that help me? Do you think they'll let you reappear, and ask no questions? Even if you hold your peace, how am I helped? There'll be no respite until you tell them all, and that's my undoing. Oh, if I knew which way to turn!"
    "It would suit me no less than you," said Judith, "if we could smooth away this scandal peacably, but it needs a miracle to account for these two lost days. And I must protect myself, if that's possible. You must fend for yourself, but I'd as lief you