Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest

differently, for I knew he had no part in it. It went against the grain not to be able to go out and say so to sheriff and abbot and all, but you see it was impossible. And the upshot of it is, here we are with the lad on our hands, and how are we best to make sure of his safety?'
    Chapter Nine
    It was already taken for granted by all of them, it seemed, that Cadfael was on their side, and wholeheartedly a party to their conspiracy. How could it be otherwise? Here was absolute proof that the boy was no murderer, proof that could be laid in Hugh Beringar's hands with confidence in his justice, no question of that. But it could not be done without exposing Hyacinth to the very danger from which he had escaped once, and could hardly hope to escape a second time. Hugh was bound by law as fast as any man, even his gift for turning a blind eye and a deaf ear would not help Hyacinth if once Bosiet got wind of where he was and who was sheltering him.
    'Between us,' said Cadfael, though somewhat dubiously, 'we might be able to get you away out of the county and into Wales, clean away from pursuit... '
    'No,' said Hyacinth firmly, 'I won't run. I'll hide for as long as I must, but I won't run any further. It's what I meant to do, when I set off this way, but I've changed my mind.'
    'Why?' demanded Cadfael simply.
    'For two good reasons. One, because Richard's lost, and Richard saved my skin for me by bringing warning, and I'm his debtor until I know he's safe, and back where he should be. And two, because I want my freedom here in England, here in Shrewsbury, and I mean to get work in the town when I can with safety, and earn my living, and take a wife.' He looked up with a bright, challenging flash of his amber eyes at Eilmund, and smiled. 'If Annet will have me!'
    'You'd best ask my leave about that,' said Eilmund, but with such good humour that it was plain the idea was not entirely new to him, nor necessarily unwelcome.
    'So I will, when the time comes, but I would not offer you or her what I am and have now. So let that wait, but don't forget it,' warned the faun, gleaming. 'But Richard I must find, I will find! That's first!'
    'What can you do,' said Eilmund practically, 'more than Hugh Beringar and all his men are doing? And you a hunted man yourself, with the hounds close on your tail! You stay quiet like a sensible lad, and hide your head until Bosiet's hunt for you starts costing him more even than his hatred's worth. As it will, in the end. He has manors at home now to think about.'
    But whether Hyacinth was, by ordinary standards, a sensible lad was a matter for conjecture. He sat very still, in that taut, suggestive way he had, that promised imminent action, the soft glow of Annet's fire glowing in the subtle planes of his cheeks and brow, turning his bronze to gold. And Annet, beside him on the cushioned bench by the wall, had something of the same quality. Her face was still, but her eyes were sapphire bright. She let them talk about her in her presence, and felt no need to add a word on her own account, nor did she so much as touch Hyacinth's slender shoulder to confirm her secure tenure. Whoever had doubts about Annet's claims on the future, Annet had none.
    'Richard left you as soon as he'd delivered his warning?' asked Cadfael.
    'He did. Hyacinth wanted to go with him to the edge of the wood,' said Annet, 'but he wouldn't have it. He wouldn't stir unless Hyacinth went into hiding at once, so we promised. And he set off back along the track. And we came back here to Father, as he's told you, and saw no one else along the way. Richard would not have gone anywhere near Eaton, or I'd have thought his grandmother might have taken him. But he was bent on getting back to his bed.'
    'It was what we all thought,' owned Cadfael, 'not least Hugh Beringar. But he was there early and turned the place wrong side out, and the boy is not there. I think John of Longwood and half the household beside would have told if he'd been seen there. Dame Dionisia is a formidable lady, but Richard is the lord of Eaton, it's his bidding they'll have to do in the future, not hers. If they dared not speak out before her face, they'd have done it softly behind her back. No, he is not there.'
    It was long past time for Vespers. Even if he started back now he would be too late for Compline, but still he sat stubbornly going over this whole new situation in his mind, looking for the best way forward, where there seemed to be nothing to be