Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent

Hugh. "He really did not know!"
    "He? And know what?"
    "This man Gunnar. I had my doubts about him until then. So confident and assured, light as air, until mention was made of a man's death. That I am sure came new to him. There was no pretence there. What say you, Cadfael?"
    "I say there is a man who could lie and lie, whenever the occasion needed it. But who was not lying then. His very voice changed, no less than his face. No, he did not know. He was shaken to the heart. Whatever mischief he might have a part in, he had not contemplated a death. Let alone Bertred's death!" They had reached the ramp and halted. "I must get back," said Cadfael, looking up into a sky just veiled and softened with the approach of twilight. "What more can we do tonight? And what will you do tomorrow?"
    "Tomorrow," said Hugh with deliberation, "I'll have Vivian Hynde brought to me as soon as he shows his face in the town gate, and see what's to be got out of him concerning his father's old counting-house. From all I've heard of him, he should be easier to frighten than his man shows any sign of being. And even if he's a snow-white innocent, from all accounts a fright will do him no harm."
    "And will you make it public," Cadfael asked, "that at least Brother Eluric's murderer is known? And is dead?"
    "No, not yet. Perhaps not at all, but at least let the poor woman have what peace she can find until her son's buried. What point in blazoning forth guilt where there can never be a trial?" Hugh was looking back with a frown, and somewhat regretting that Miles had been present to witness that manifestation in the loom-shed. "If I know the sharp ears and long tongues of Shrewsbury it may yet be common talk by morning without any word from me. Perhaps not, perhaps Coliar will hold his tongue for the mother's sake. But at any rate they shall have no official declaration to grit their teeth in until we find Judith Perle. As we will, as we must. Let them gossip and speculate. Someone may take fright and make the blunder I'm waiting for."
    "The lord abbot will have to know all that I know," said Cadfael.
    "So he will, but he's another matter. He has the right and you have the duty. So you'd best be about getting back to him," said Hugh, sighing, "and I'd best go in and see if any of those men of mine who've been out raking the countryside has done any better than I have."
    Upon which impeccably conscientious but none too hopeful note they parted.
    Cadfael arrived back at the gatehouse too late for Vespers. The brothers were in the choir, and the office almost over. A great deal had happened in one short afternoon.
    "There's one here been waiting for you," said the porter, looking out from his lodge as Cadfael stepped through the wicket. "Master Niall the bronzesmith. Come in to him here, we've been passing the time of evening together, but he wants to be on his way as soon as may be."
    Niall had heard enough to know who came, and emerged from the gatehouse with a coarse linen bag under his arm. It needed but one glance at Cadfael's face to show that there was nothing to tell, but he asked, all the same. "No word of her?"
    "None that's new. No, sorry I am to say it. I'm just back from the sheriff himself, but without comfort."
    "I waited," said Niall, "in case you might bring at least some news. The least trace would be welcome. And I can do nothing! Well, I must be on my way, then."
    "Where are you bound tonight?"
    "To my sister and her man at Pulley, to see my little girl. I have a set of harness ornaments to deliver for one of Mortimer's horses, though that could have waited a few days yet. But the child will be looking for me. This is the evening I usually go to her, else I wouldn't stir. But I shall not stay overnight. I'll walk back in the dark. At least to be there with the roses, if I can do nothing better for her."
    "You've done more than the rest of us," said Cadfael ruefully, "for you've kept the bush alive. And she'll be back yet to take the pick of its flowers from your hand, the day after tomorrow."
    "Should I read that as a promise?" asked Niall, with a wry and grudging smile.
    "No, as a prayer. The best I can do. With three miles or more to walk to Pulley, and three miles back," said Cadfael, "you'll have time for a whole litany. And bear in mind whose festival it will be in two days' time! Saint Winifred will be listening. Who more likely? She herself stood off an unwanted suitor and kept her virtue, she'll not forsake a