Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest

outside to peer expectantly within, and continued their speculations with relish.
    And there in the great court, as they carried one bier in from the world, was another funeral party busy assembling to leave. Drogo Bosiet's sealed coffin was mounted on a low, light cart, hired in the town with its driver for this first day's travelling, which would be on a good road. Warin stood holding two of the saddled horses, while the younger groom was busy adjusting a full saddle-roll to get the weight properly balanced before loading it. At sight of all this activity Cadfael drew a deep breath of gratitude, sensible that one danger, at least, was being lifted away even earlier than he had dared to hope. Aymer had finally made up his mind. He was bound for home, to make sure of his inheritance.
    The attendants on one death could not forbear from stopping what they were doing to stare at the attendants on the other. And Aymer, coming out from the guest hall with Brother Denis beside him to wish the departing train godspeed, halted at the top of the steps to take in the scene with surprise and sharp speculation, his eyes dwelling longest on the covered form and face. He came striding down to cross purposefully to where Hugh was just dismounting.
    'What's this, my lord? Another death? Has your hunt brought down my quarry at last? But dead?' He hardly knew whether to be glad or sorry if the corpse was that of his lost villein. The money and favour Hyacinth's skills brought in were valuable, but revenge would also be a satisfying gain, and just when he had despaired of winning either, and made up his mind to go home.
    Abbot Radulfus, too, had dismounted, and stood looking on with an uncommunicative face, for the two groups carried a curious and disturbing suggestion of a mirror image, gathered about the arriving and departing dead. The abbey grooms who had come to take the bridles of abbot and sheriff hung upon the fringes of the assembly, reluctant to move away.
    'No,' said Hugh, 'this is no man of yours. If the boy we've been hunting is yours. Of him we've seen no sign, whether he is or no. You're bound for home, then?'
    'I've wasted time and effort enough, I'll waste no more, though I grudge letting him go free. Yes, we're away now. I'm needed at home, there's work waiting for me. Who is this one you've brought back?'
    'The hermit who was set up no long time ago in Eyton forest. Your father went to visit him,' said Hugh, 'thinking the servant he kept might be the fellow you were looking for, but the youngster had already taken to his heels, so it's never been put to the test.'
    'I remember, so the lord abbot told me. So this is the man! I never went to him again, what use if the lad he kept was gone?' He looked curiously down at the shrouded figure. The bearers had laid down their burden, awaiting orders where to take the dead. Aymer stooped and turned back the brychan from Cuthred's face. They had drawn back the wild fell of hair from his temples, and brushed down his bushy beard into order, and the full light of noon shone over the lean countenance, the deep-set eyes, the lofty lids a little bruised and bluish now, the long, straight, patrician nose and full lips within the dark beard. The glare of the half-open eyes was now veiled, the snarl on the drawn-back lips carefully smoothed out to restore his harsh comeliness. Aymer leaned closer, startled and disbelieving.
    'But I know this man! No, that's to say too much, he never said his name. But I've seen him and talked with him. A hermit - he? I never saw sign of it then! He wore his hair trimmed Norman fashion, and had a short, clipped beard, not this untended bush, and he was well clothed in good riding gear, boots and all, not this drab habit and sandals. And he wore sword and dagger into the bargain,' said Aymer positively, 'and as if he was well accustomed to the use of them, too.'
    Until he looked up again he was not fully aware of the significance of what he had said, but Hugh's intent face and instant question made it plain he had touched on something more vital than he knew.
    'You are sure?' said Hugh.
    'Certain, my lord. It was only one night's lodging, but I diced with him for the dinner, and watched my father play a game of chess with him. I'm certain!'
    'Where was this? And when?'
    'At Thame, when we were looking towards London for Brand. We lodged overnight with the white monks at their new abbey there. This man was there before us, we came well into the evening,