Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent

to go to the abbot and make your gift absolute, there's no knowing, but he did not hear of it until too late, and it was someone else who took action to prevent. There was no question but his desperation then was real enough, he was frantic to recover you, fearing you might give way and commit your person and estate to your abductor, and he be left out in the cold, with a new master, and no hope of the power and wealth he had killed to gain."
    "And Bertred?" she asked. "How did Bertred come into it?"
    "He joined my men in the hunt for you," said Hugh, "and by the look of things he had found you, or had a shrewd notion where you were hidden, and said never a word to me or any, but set out by night to free you himself, and have the credit for it. But he took a fall, and roused the dog - you'll have heard. The next of him was being fished out of the Severn on the other bank, next day. What happened between, and just how he came by his death, is still conjecture. But you'll recall you heard, or thought you heard, sounds as of someone else abroad in the night, after Bertred was gone. While you were making your plans to ride to Godric's Ford the next night."
    "And you think that must have been Miles?" She spoke her cousin's name with a strange, lingering regret. She had never dreamed that the man who was her right hand could strike at her with mortal intent.
    "It makes sense of all," said Cadfael sadly. "Who else had such close opportunity to note some suspect complacency about Bertred, who else could so easily watch and follow him, when he slipped out in the night? And if your cousin then crept close, after Bertred was hunted away, and overheard what you intended, see how all things played into his hands! In the forest, well away from the town, once the other man parted from you, how simple a matter it was to leave you dead and plundered, and the blame would fall first on outlaws, and if ever that was brought in question, on the man who had held you prisoner and brought you there into remote forest, to make sure you should never betray him. I do not think," said Cadfael with careful consideration, "that the idea of murder had ever occurred to him until then, when chance so presented it that it must have seemed to him the perfect solution. Better than persuading you into a nunnery. For he would have been your heir. Everything would have fallen into his hands. And how if then, with this intent already filling his mind, he came upon Bertred, already half-stunned from one blow, and was visited by yet another fearful inspiration - for Bertred alive could possibly meddle with his plans, but Bertred dead could tell nothing, and Bertred dead would be found to be wearing the boots of Eluric's murderer. Thus he was provided with a scapegoat even for that."
    "But this is conjecture," said Judith, wringing at disbelief. "There is nothing, nothing to bear witness to it."
    "Yes," said Cadfael heavily, "I fear there is. For it so happened that when your cousin came down to the abbey with a cart, to bring home Bertred's body, he found that those who had stripped off the boy's sodden clothes had paid no heed to his boots, and neither did I pay any heed, or give a thought to them, when I brought out the bundle of clothing to the cart. Miles had to tilt the cart and spill the boots at my feet for me to pick up, before I looked at them, and knew what I was seeing. He did not intend that that infallible proof should be overlooked."
    "It was not so clever a move," she said doubtfully, "for Alison would have been able to tell you that her son had the boots from Miles."
    "True, if ever she was asked. But bear in mind, this was a dead murderer discovered - no trial to come, no mystery, no point in asking questions, and none in hounding a dead body, let alone a wretched, bereaved woman. Even if I had had no doubts," said Hugh, "and somehow a crumb of doubt there always was, I should not have kept his body from peaceable burial, or put her to any more grief than she already bore. Nevertheless, it was a risk, he might have had to brazen it out. But not even the shrewdest schemer can think of everything. And he," said Hugh, "was new to such roguery."
    "He must have gone in torment," said Judith, marvelling, "all night long since I escaped him, knowing I should return, not knowing how much I might be able to tell. And then I made it plain enough I had no notion who it was who had struck at me, and he felt himself safe... Strange!" she said, frowning