Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest

lingering suspicion in her eye, and then admonished him grimly: 'You have done well to come to your duty at last, and behave yourself fittingly towards those who know best for you. See that you keep to that mind, sir! Now say your goodnight to your wife. Tomorrow you shall get to know her better.'
    And he had done as he was told, and they had all left him there, still bolted in alone, though they had sent a servant with food from the supper they were no doubt enjoying in the hall. He sat brooding on his bed, thinking over all that had happened in one late evening, and all that might follow next day. Hiltrude he forgot as soon as she was out of sight. He knew about these affairs. If you were only ten years old they didn't, for some reason, make you live with your wife, not until you were grown up. While she remained under the same roof with you, you would be expected to be civil to her, perhaps even attentive, but then she would go back with her father to her own home until you were thought to be old enough to share your bed and household with her. Now that he began to think seriously about it, it seemed to Richard that there were no privileges at all attached to being married, his grandmother would go on treating him just as before, as a child of no account, ordering him about, scolding him, cuffing him if he annoyed her, even beating him if he defied her. In short, it behoved the lord of Eaton to regain his liberty by whatever means offered, and escape out of her hold. He could not be very important to her now, he had served his purpose, what mattered was the land settlement. If she felt she had secured that, she might soon be willing to let go of the instrument.
    Richard rolled himself warmly in his brychans and went to sleep. If they were discussing him in hall, and debating what to do about him, that did not trouble his dreams. He was too young and too innocently hopeful to take his problems to bed with him.
    His door was still bolted next morning, and the servant who brought his breakfast gave him no chance to slip past, though indeed he had no intention of trying it, since he knew he would not get far, and his role now was to continue to be docile and disarm suspicion. When his grandmother drew the bolt and came in to him it was old familiar habit, rather than guile, that caused him to rise at her entrance, as he had been taught, and lift up his face for her kiss. And the kiss was no chillier than it had always been, and for a moment he felt the inescapable kindness of the blood warm them both, something he had never questioned, though she had very seldom expressed it. The contact caused him to shake, and brought the sudden astonished sting of tears into his eyes just as inevitably as the surge of obstinate recoil into his mind. It did him no harm with her. She looked down at him from her erect and formidable height with a somewhat softened gaze.
    'Well, sir, and how do you find yourself this morning? Are you minded to be a good, obedient boy, and do all you can to please me? If so, you shall find you and I will get on very well together. You have made a beginning, now go on as you began. And think shame that you defied and denied me so long.'
    Richard drooped his long lashes and looked down at his feet. 'Yes, grandmother.' And then, in meek assay: 'May I go out today? I don't like being shut in here, as if it was night all the time.'
    'We'll see,' she said, but to Richard the tone clearly meant: 'No!' She would not reason nor bargain, only lay down the law to him. 'But not yet, you have not deserved it. First prove that you've learned where your duty lies, and then you shall have your freedom again. You are not ill done to, you have everything you need here, be content until you have earned more and better.'
    'But I have!' he flashed. 'I did what you wanted, you ought to do what I want. It's unfair to shut me up here, unfair and unkind. I don't even know what you've done with my pony.'
    'Your pony is safe in the stable,' said Dionisia sharply, 'and well cared for, as you are. And you had best mind your manners with me, sir, or you'll have cause to regret it. They've taught you at that abbey school to be saucy to your elders, but it's a lesson you had better unlearn as quickly as you can, for your own sake.'
    'I'm not being saucy,' he pleaded, relapsing into sullenness. 'I only want to be in daylight, I want to go out, not sit here without even being able to see the trees and the grass. It's wretched in here,