Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest

tears by the enormity of what had seemed to them good intentions, and having survived the first storm of recriminations, settled down stoically to endure the rest supperless and outcast. Not even Brother Paul had time to offer them any further reassuring words, he was too busy searching through the complex recesses of the mill and nearer alleys of the Foregate.
    Into this frenzy of alarm and activity Cadfael came riding in the early evening, after parting from Hugh at the gate. This very night there would be sergeants out dragging the woods from Eyton westward for the fugitive who might or might not be Brand, but must at all costs be captured. Hugh was no fonder of manhunts than was Cadfael, and many a misused serf had been driven at last to flight and outlawry, but murder was murder, and the law could not stomach it. Guilty or innocent, the youth Hyacinth would have to be found. Cadfael dismounted at the gatehouse with his mind full of one vanished youngster, to be met by the spectacle of agitated brothers running hither and thither among all the monastic buildings in search of a second one. While he was gaping in amazement at the sight, Brother Paul came bearing down upon him breathless and hopeful.
    'Cadfael, you've been in the forest. You haven't seen hide or hair of young Richard, have you? I'm beginning to think he must have run home... '
    'The last place he'd be likely to go,' said Cadfael reasonably, 'while he's wary of his grandmother's intentions. Why? Do you tell me you've mislaid the imp?'
    'He's gone - gone since last night, and we never knew it until an hour ago.' Paul poured out the dismal story in a cascade of guilt and remorse and anxiety. 'I am to blame! I have failed in my duty, been too complacent, trusted them too far... But why should he run away? He was happy enough. He never showed signs... '
    'Doubtless he had his reasons,' said Cadfael, scrubbing thoughtfully at his blunt brown nose. 'But back to the lady? I doubt it! No, if he went off in such haste it was something new and urgent that sent him running. Last night after Vespers, you said?'
    'Edwin tells me Richard dawdled too long by the river, and came too late for Vespers, and must have been lurking in the cloister to slip in among the rest of the boys when they came out. But he could not do it because Jerome stood there in the archway, waiting to speak to Bosiet, who had attended among the guests. But when Edwin looked back he saw Richard come running out down to the stables, and then out at the gate in a hurry.'
    'Did he so!' said Cadfael, enlightened. 'And where was Jerome, then, and Bosiet, that the boy was able to make off undetected?' But he did not wait for an answer. 'No, never trouble to guess. We already know what they had to talk about, between the two of them - a small matter, and private. Jerome wanted no other audience, but it seems he had one of whom he knew nothing. Paul, I must leave you to your hunt a little while longer, and ride after Hugh Beringar. He's already committed to a search for one vanished lad, he may as well make it for two, and drag the coverts but once.'
    Hugh, overtaken under the arch of the town gate, reined in abruptly at the news, and turned to stare meditatively at Cadfael. 'So you think that's the way of it!' he said and whistled. 'Why should he care about a young fellow he's barely seen and never spoken to? Or have you reason to think the two of them have had their heads together?'
    'No, none that I know of. Nothing but the timing of it, but that links the pair closely enough. Not much doubt what Richard overheard, and none that it sent him hotfoot on some urgent errand. And before Bosiet can get to the hermitage, Hyacinth vanishes.'
    'And so does Richard!' Hugh's black brows drew together, frowning over the implications. 'Do you tell me if I find the one I shall have found both?'
    'No, that I gravely doubt. The boy surely meant to be back in the fold before bedtime, and all innocence. He's no fool, and he has no reason to want to leave us. But all the more reason we should be anxious about him now. He would be back with us, surely, if something had not prevented. Whether his pony's thrown him somewhere, and he's hurt, or lost - or whether... They're wondering if he's run home to Eaton, but that's rankly impossible. He never would.'
    Hugh had grasped the unspoken suggestion which Cadfael himself had hardly had time to contemplate. 'No, but he might be taken there! And by God, so he might! If some