Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent

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    "To talk to Fuller's watchman. That's the one place outside the town walls where there'd be a waking witness even in the night, and a watchdog to alert him if anyone came prowling close by. If the fellow did by any chance go into the water this side the river, works and warehouse are only a little way upstream from where you found him. Fuller's man has both places in charge. He may have heard something. And as we go, tell me what you make of all that - Bertred's night affairs, and the fortune he was going to make."
    "By reason of knowing something no one else knew - hmm! For that matter, I noticed he stayed behind when your men left the jetty yesterday afternoon. He let you all go on well before, and then slipped back alone into the trees. And he came late for his supper, told his mother she should be a gentlewoman in the house instead of a cook, and went off again in the night to set about making his word good. And according to Miles he not only fancied his mistress, but had the assurance to feel there was no reason he should not bring her to fancy him."
    "And how persuade her?" asked Hugh, wryly smiling. "By abduction and force? Or by a gallant rescue?"
    "Or both," said Cadfael.
    "Now truly you interest me! Those who hide can find! If by any chance the lady is where he put her, but doesn't know who put her there - for a Bertred can as easily find rogues to do his work for him as any wealthier man, it is but a matter of degrees of greed! - then who could better come to her rescue? Even if gratitude did not go so far as to make her marry him, he certainly would not be the loser."
    "It offers one way of accounting," Cadfael acknowledged. "And in its favour, the maid Branwen blabbed out what her mistress intended in the kitchen, so we are told. And Bertred ate in the kitchen, and was probably there to hear it. The kitchen knew of it, the hall knew nothing until next day, after she was lost. But there are other possibilities. That someone else took her, and Bertred had found out where she was. And said no word to you or your men, but kept the rescue for himself. It seems a simpler and a smaller villainy, for one surely not so subtle as to make tortuous plans."
    "You forget," Hugh pointed out grimly, "that by all the signs he had already committed murder, whether with intent beforehand or not, still murder. He might be forced into plans far beyond his ordinary scope after that, to cover his tracks and secure at least some of his desired gains."
    "I forget nothing," said Cadfael sturdily. "One point in favour of your story I've given you. Here is one against: If he had her hidden away somewhere, securely enough to baffle all your efforts to find her, why should it not be a safe and simple matter for him to effect that rescue of his without a single stumble? And the man is dead! Far more likely to come to grief in spite of all his planning, if he crossed the plans of some other man."
    "True again! Though for all we yet know, his death could have been pure mischance. True, it could be either way. If he is the abductor as well as the murderer, then we have no second villain to find, but alas, we still lack the lady, and the only man who could lead us to her is dead. If murderer and abductor are two different people, then we have still to find both the captor and his captive. And since it seems the most likely object of taking her is to inveigle her into marriage, we may hope and believe both that she is living, and that in the end he must release her. Though I own I'd rather forestall that by plucking her out of his hold myself."
    They were over the crest by the high cross, and striding downhill now, past the ramp that led up to the castle gatehouse, and still downhill alongside the towering walls, until town wall on their left and castle wall on their right met in a low tower, under which the highway passed. Once through that gateway, the level of the road opened before them, fringed for only a short way by small houses and gardens. Hugh turned right on the outer side of the deep, dry castle ditch, before the houses began, and started down towards the riverside, and Cadfael followed more sedately.
    Godfrey Fuller's tenterground stood empty, the drying cloth just unhooked and rolled up for finishing. Most of his men had already stopped work for the day, and the last few had lingered to watch and listen at the arrival of the sheriff's men, before making for their homes in the town. A close little knot of men had