'It is better,' said Cadfael. 'An inheritance comes more kindly clear of debts.'
'Good!' she said. 'What is between my son and me may remain as it is until the right time comes. I will deal. No one else need trouble.'
One of her porters was busy rubbing down the cob's saddle and streaming hide for Pernel to remount. At foot pace they would be an hour yet on the way. Donata had sunk back in her pillows braced and still, all the fleshless lines of her face composed into stoic endurance. On her deathbed she might look so, and still never let one groan escape her. Dead, all the tension would have been wiped away, as surely as the passage of a hand closes the eyes for the last time.
Cadfael mounted his mule, and set off back up the slope, heading for the Foregate and the town.
'She knows?' said Hugh in blank astonishment. "The one thing Eudo insisted on, from the very day I went to him first, the one person he would not have drawn into so grim a business! The last thing you said yourself, when we parted last night, was that you were sworn to keep the whole tangle from her. And now you have told her?'
'Not I,' said Cadfael. 'But yes, she knows. Woman to woman she heard it. And she is making her way now to the abbot's lodging, to say what she has to say to authority both sacred and secular, and have to say it but once.'
'In God's name,' demanded Hugh, gaping, 'how did she contrive the journey? I saw her, not so long since, every movement of a hand tired her. She had not been out of the house for months.'
'She had not compelling reason,' said Cadfael. 'Now she has. She had no cause to fight against the care and anxiety they pressed upon her. Now she has. There is no weakness in her will. They have brought her these few miles in a litter, at cost to her, I know it, but it is what she would have, and I, for one, would not care to deny her.'
'And she may well have brought on her death,' Hugh said, 'in such an effort.'
'And if that proved so, would it be so ill an ending?'
Hugh gave him a long, thoughtful look, and did not deny it.
'What has she said, then, to you, to justify such a wager?'
'Nothing, as yet, except that the dead should carry their own sins, and not leave them a legacy to the living.'
'It is more than we have got out of the boy,' said Hugh. 'Well, let him sit and think a while longer. He had his father to deliver, she has her son. And all of this while sons and household and all have been so busy and benevolent delivering her. If she's calling the tune now, we may hear a different song. Wait, Cadfael, and make my excuses to Aline, while I go and saddle up.'
They had reached the bridge, and were riding so slowly that they seemed to be eking out time for some urgent thinking before coming to this conference, when Hugh said: 'And she would not have Sulien brought in to hear?'
'No. Very firmly she said: Not my son! What is between them, she said, let it rest until the right time. Eudo she knows she can manipulate, lifelong, if you say no word. And what point is there in publishing the offences of a dead man? He cannot be made to pay, and the living should not.'
'But Sulien she cannot deceive. He witnessed the burial. He knows. What can she do but tell him the truth? The whole of it, to add to the half he knows already.'
Not until then had it entered Cadfael's mind to wonder if indeed they knew, or Sulien knew, even the half of it. They were being very sure, because they thought they had discounted every other possibility, that what they had left was truth. Now the doubt that had waited aside presented itself suddenly as a world of unconsidered possibilities, and no amount of thought could rule out all. How much even of what Sulien knew was not knowledge at all, but assumption? How much of what he believed he had seen was not vision, but illusion?
They dismounted in the stable yard at the abbey, and presented themselves at the abbot's door.
It was the middle of the morning when they assembled at last in the
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