"But not to Master Bellecote"s house. And did you hear Aelfric calling after you as far as the bridge, to fetch you back?"
"Yes, but what would have been the use? It would only have made things worse."
"But you did not go home."
"I was not fit. And I was ashamed."
"He went to brood in Father"s wood-store by the river," said Edwy helpfully. "He always does when he"s out of sorts with the world. Or if we"re in trouble, we hide there until it"s blown over, or at least past the worst. That"s where I found him. When the sheriff"s sergeant came to the shop, and said they wanted him, and his stepfather was murdered, I knew where to look for him. Not that I ever supposed he"d done any wrong," stated Edwy firmly, "though he can make a great fool of himself sometimes. But I knew something bad must have happened to him. So I went to warn him, and of course he knew nothing whatever about the murder, he"d left the man alive and well, only in a rage."
"And you"ve both been hiding since then? You"ve not been home?"
"He couldn"t, could he? They"ll be watching for him. And I had to stay with him. We had to leave the woodyard, we knew they"d come there. But there are places we know of. And then Alys came and told us about you."
"And that"s the whole truth," said Edwin. "And now what are we to do?"
"First," said Cadfael, "let me get this brew of mine off the fire, and stand it to cool before I bottle it. There! You got in here, I suppose, by the parish door of the church, and through the cloisters?" The west door of the abbey church was outside the walls, and never closed except during the bad days of the siege of the town, that part of the church being parochial. "And followed your noses, I daresay, once you were in the gardens. This syrup-boiling gives off a powerful odour."
"It smells good," said Edwy, and his respectful stare ranged the workshop, and the bunches and bags of dried herbs stirring and rustling gently in the rising heat from the brazier.
"Not all my medicines smell so appetising. Though myself I would not call even this unpleasant. Powerful, certainly, but a fine, clean smell." He unstoppered the great jar of anointing oil of monk"s-hood, and tilted the neck beneath Edwin"s inquisitive nose. The boy blinked at the sharp scent, drew back his head, and sneezed. He looked up at Cadfael with an open face, and laughed at his own p.r.i.c.ked tears. Then he leaned cautiously and inhaled again, and frowned thoughtfully.
"It smells like that stuff Meurig was using to rub the old man"s shoulder. Not this morning, the last time I came with him. There was a flask of it in the infirmary cupboard. Is it the same?"
"It is," said Cadfael, and hoisted the jar back to its shelf. The boy"s face was quite serene, the odour meant nothing more to him than a memory blessedly removed from any connection with tragedy and guilt. For Edwin, Gervase Bonel had died, inexplicably suddenly, of some armed attack, and the only guilt he felt was because he had lost his temper, infringed his own youthful dignity, and made his mother cry. Cadfael no longer had any doubts at all. The child was honest as the day, and caught in a deadly situation, and above all, badly in need of friends.
He was also very quick and alert of mind. The diversion began to trouble him just as it was over. "Brother Cadfael..." he began hesitantly, the name new and almost reverent on his lips, not for this elderly and ordinary monk, but for the crusader Cadfael he had once been, fondly remembered even by a happy and fulfilled wife and mother, who had certainly much exaggerated his good looks, gallantry and daring. "You knew about my going to the infirmary with Meurig... you asked Edwy about it. I couldn"t understand why. Is it important? Has it something to do with my stepfather"s death? I can"t see how."
"That you can"t see how, child," said Brother Cadfael, "is your proof of an innocence we may have difficulty in proving to others, though I accept it absolutely. Sit down again by your nephew-dear G.o.d, shall I ever get these relationships straight?-and refrain from fighting him for a little while, till I explain to you what isn"t yet public knowledge outside these walls. Yes, your two visits to the infirmary are truly of great importance, and so is this oil you have seen used there, though I must say that many others know of it, and are better acquainted than you with its properties, both bad and good. You must forgive me if I gave you to understand that Master Bonel was hacked down in his blood with dagger or sword. And forgive me you should, since in accepting that tale you quite delivered yourselves from any guilt, at least to my satisfaction. It was not so, boys. Master Bonel died of poison, given in the dish the prior sent him, and the poison was this same oil of monk"s-hood. Whoever added it to the partridge drew it either from this workshop or from the flask in the infirmary, and all who knew of either source, and knew the peril if it was swallowed, are in suspicion."
The pair of them, soiled and tired and harried as they were, stared in horrified understanding at last, and drew together on the bench as threatened litters of young in burrow and nest huddle for comfort. Years bordering on manhood dropped from them; they were children indeed, frightened and hunted. Edwy said strenuously: "He didn"t know! All they said was, dead, murdered. But so quickly! He ran out, and there was n.o.body there but those of the house. He never even saw any dish waiting..."
"I did know," said Edwin, "about the dish. She told us, I knew it was there. But what did it matter to me? I only wanted to go home..."
"Hush, now, hush!" said Cadfael chidingly. "You speak to a man convinced. I"ve made my own tests, all I need. Now sit quiet, and trouble your minds no more about me, I know you have nothing to repent." That was much, perhaps, to say of any man, but at least these two had nothing on their souls but the ordinary misdemeanours of the energetic young. And now that he had leisure to look at them without looking for prevarication or deceit, he was able to notice other things. "You must give me a little while for thought, but the time need not be wasted. Tell me, has either of you eaten, all these hours? The one of you, I know, made a very poor dinner."
They had been far too preoccupied with worse problems, until then, to notice hunger, but now that they had an ally, however limited in power, and shelter, however temporary, they were suddenly and instantly ravenous.
"I"ve some oat-cakes here of my own baking, and a morsel of cheese, and some apples. Fill up the hollows, while I think what"s best to be done. You, Edwy, had best make your way home as soon as the town gates open in the morning, slip in somehow without being noticed, and make as though you"ve never been away but on some common errand. Keep a shut mouth except with those you"re sure of." And that would be the whole united family, embattled in defence of their own. "But for you, my friend-you"re a very different matter."
"You"ll not give him up?" blurted Edwy round a mouthful of oat-cake, instantly alarmed.
"That I certainly will not do." Yet he might well have urged the boy to give himself up, stand fast on his innocence, and trust in justice, if he had had complete trust himself in the law as being infallibly just. But he had not. The law required a culprit, and the sergeant was comfortably convinced that he was in pursuit of the right quarry, and would not easily be persuaded to look further. Cadfael"s proofs he had not witnessed, and would shrug off contemptuously as an old fool fondly believing a cunning young liar.
"I can"t go home," said Edwin, the solemnity of his face in no way marred by one cheek distended with apple, and a greenish smudge from some branch soiling the other. "And I can"t go to my mother"s. I should only be bringing worse trouble on her."
"For tonight you can stay here, the pair of you, and keep my little brazier fed. There are clean sacks under the bench, and you"ll be warm and safe enough. But in the day there"s coming and going here from time to time, we must have you out early, the one of you for home, the other... Well, we"ll hope you need stay hidden only a matter of a few days. As well close here at the abbey as anywhere, they"ll hardly look for you here." He considered, long and thoughtfully. The lofts over the stables were always warmed from the hay, and the bodies of the horses below, but too many people came and went there, and with travellers on the roads before the festival, there might well be servants required to sleep there above their beasts. But outside the enclave, at one corner of the open s.p.a.ce used for the horse-fairs and the abbey"s summer fair, there was a barn where beasts brought to market could be folded before sale, and the loft held fodder for them. The barn belonged to the abbey, but was open to all travelling merchants. At this time of year its visitors would be few or none, and the loft well filled with good hay and straw, a comfortable enough bed for a few nights. Moreover, should some unforeseen accident threaten danger to the fugitive, escape from outside the walls would be easier than from within. Though G.o.d forbid it should come to that!
"Yes, I know a place that will serve, we"ll get you to it early in the morning, and see you well stocked with food and ale for the day. You"ll need patience, I know, to lie by, but that you must endure."
"Better," said Edwin fervently, "than falling into the sheriff"s clutches, and I do thank you. But... how am I bettered by this, in the end? I can"t lie hidden for ever."
"There"s but one way," said Cadfael emphatically, "that you can be bettered in this affair, lad, and that"s by uncovering the man who did the thing you"re charged with doing. And since you can hardly undertake that yourself, you must leave the attempt to me. What I can do, I"ll do, for my own honour as well as for yours. Now I must leave you and go to Matins. In the morning before Prime I"ll come and see you safely out of here."
Brother Mark had done his part, the habit was there, rolled up beneath Brother Cadfael"s bed. He wore it under his own, when he rose an hour before the bell for Prime, and left the dortoir by the night stairs and the church. Winter dawns come very late, and this night had been moonless and overcast; the darkness as he crossed the court from cloister to gardens was profound, and there was no one else stirring. There was perfect cover for Edwy to withdraw un.o.bserved through the church and the parish door, as he had come, and make his chilly way to the bridge, to cross into Shrewsbury as soon as the gate was opened. Doubtless he knew his own town well enough to reach his home by ways devious enough to baffle detection by the authorities, even if they were watching the shop.
As for Edwin, he made a demure young novice, once inside the black habit and the sheltering cowl. Cadfael was reminded of Brother Mark, when he was new, wary and expecting nothing but the worst of his enforced vocation; the springy, defensive gait, the too tightly folded hands in the wide sleeves, the flickering side-glances, wild and alert for trouble. But there was something in this young thing"s performance that suggested a perverse enjoyment, too; for all the danger to himself, and his keen appreciation of it, he could not help finding pleasure in this adventure. And whether he would manage to behave himself discreetly in hiding, and bear the inactive hours, or be tempted to wander and take risks, was something Cadfael preferred not to contemplate.
Through cloister and church, and out at the west door, outside the walls, they went side by side, and turned right, away from the gatehouse. It was still fully dark.
"This road leads in the end to London, doesn"t it?" whispered Edwin from within his raised cowl.
"It does so. But don"t try leaving that way, even if you should have to run, which G.o.d forbid, for they"ll have a check on the road out at St. Giles. You be sensible and lie still, and give me a few days, at least, to find out what I may."
The wide triangle of the horse-fair ground gleamed faintly pallid with light frost. The abbey barn loomed at one corner, close to the enclave wall. The main door was closed and fastened, but at the rear there was an outside staircase to the loft, and a small door at the top of it. Early traffic was already abroad, though thin at this dark hour, and no one paid attention to two monks of St. Peter"s mounting to their own loft. The door was locked, but Cadfael had brought the key, and let them in to a dry, hay-scented darkness.
"The key I can"t leave you, I must restore it, but neither will I leave you locked in. The door must stay unfastened for you until you may come forth freely. Here you have a loaf, and beans, and curd, and a few apples, and here"s a flask of small ale. Keep the gown, you may need it for warmth in the night, but the hay makes a kindly bed. And when I come to you, as I will, you may know me at the door by this knock... Though no one else is likely to come. Should anyone appear without my knock, you have hay enough to hide in."
The boy stood, suddenly grave and a little forlorn. Cadfael reached a hand, and put back the cowl from the shock-head of curls, and there was just filtering dawn-light enough to show him the shape of the solemn oval face, all steady, dilated, confronting eyes.
"You have not slept much. If I were you, I"d burrow deep and warm, and sleep the day out. I won"t desert you."
"I know," said Edwin firmly. He knew that even together they might avail nothing, but at least he knew he was not alone. He had a loyal family, with Edwy as link, and he had an ally within the enclave. And he had one other thinking of him and agonising about him. He said in a voice that lost its firmness only for one perilous instant, and stubbornly recovered: "Tell my mother I did not ever do him or wish him harm."
"Fool child," said Cadfael comfortably, "I"ve been a.s.sured of that already, and who do you suppose told me, if not your mother?" The very faint light was magically soft, and the boy stood at that stage between childhood and maturity when his face, forming but not yet formed, might have been that of boy or girl, woman or man. "You"re very like her," said Cadfael, remembering a girl not much older than this sprig, embraced and kissed by just such a clandestine light, her parents believing her abed and asleep in virginal solitude.
At this pa.s.s he had momentarily forgotten all the women he had known between, east and west, none of them, he hoped and believed, left feeling wronged. "I"ll be with you before night," he said, and withdrew to the safety of the winter air outside.
Good G.o.d, he thought with reverence, making his way back by the parish door in good time for Prime, that fine piece of young flesh, as raw and wild and faulty as he is, he might have been mine! He and the other, too, a son and a grandson both! It was the first and only time that ever he questioned his vocation, much less regretted it, and the regret was not long. But he did wonder if somewhere in the world, by the grace of Arianna, or Bianca, or Mariam, or-were there one or two others as well loved here and there, now forgotten?-he had left printings of himself as beautiful and formidable as this boy of Richildis"s bearing and another"s getting.
Chapter Five.
IT WAS NOW IMPERATIVE TO FIND THE MURDERER, otherwise the boy could not emerge from hiding and take up his disrupted life. And that meant tracing in detail the pa.s.sage of the ill-fated dish of partridge from the abbot"s kitchen to Gervase Bonel"s belly. Who had handled it? Who could have tampered with it? Since Prior Robert, in his lofty eminence within the abbot"s lodging, had eaten, appreciated and digested the rest of it without harm, clearly it had been delivered to him in goodwill and in good condition. And he, certainly without meddling, had delivered it in the same condition to his cook.
Before High Ma.s.s, Cadfael went to the abbot"s kitchen. He was one of a dozen or so people within these walls who were not afraid of Brother Petrus. Fanatics are always frightening, and Brother Petrus was a fanatic, not for his religion or his vocation, those he took for granted, but for his art. His dedicated fire tinted black hair and black eyes, scorching both with a fiery red. His northern blood boiled like his own cauldron. His temper, barbarian from the borders, was as hot as his own oven. And as hotly as he loved Abbot Heribert, for the same reasons he detested Prior Robert.
When Cadfael walked in upon him, he was merely surveying the day"s battlefield, and mustering his army of pans, pots, spits and dishes, with less satisfaction than the exercise should have provided, because it was Robert, and not Heribert, who would consume the result of his labours. But for all that, he could not relax his hold on perfection.
"That partridge!" said Petrus darkly, questioned on the day"s events. "As fine a bird as ever I saw, not the biggest, but the best-fed and plumpest, and could I have dressed it for my abbot, I would have made him a masterwork. Yes, this prior comes in and bids me set aside a portion-for one only, mark!-to be sent to the guest at the house by the millpond, with his compliments. And I did it. I made it the best portion, in one of Abbot Heribert"s own dishes. My dishes, says Robert! Did anyone else here touch it? I tell you, Cadfael, the two I have here know me, they do what I say, and let all else ride. Robert? He came in to give his orders and sniff at my pan, but it was all in one pan then, it was only after he left my kitchen I set aside the dish for Master Bonel. No, take it as certain, none but myself touched that dish until it left here, and that was close on the dinner hour, when the manservant-Aelfric, is it?-brought his tray."
"How do you find this man Aelfric?" asked Cadfael. "You"re seeing him daily."
"A surly fellow, or at least a mute one," said Petrus without animosity, "but keeps exact time, and is orderly and careful."
So Richildis had said, perhaps even to excess, and with intent to aggrieve his master.
"I saw him crossing the court with his load that day. The dishes were covered, he has but two hands, and certainly he did not halt this side the gatehouse, for I saw him go out."
But once through the gate there was a bench set in an alcove in the wall, where a tray could easily be put down for a moment, on pretense of adjusting to a better balance. And Aelfric knew his way to the workshop in the garden, and had seen the oil dispensed. And Aelfric was a soured man on two counts. A man of infinite potential, since he let so little of himself be known to any.
"Ah, well, it"s certain nothing was added to the food here."
"Nothing but wholesome wine and spices. Now if it had been the rest of the bird that was poisoned," said Petrus darkly, "I"d give you leave to look sideways at me, for you"d have reason. But if ever I did go so far as to prepare a monk"s-hood stew for that one, be sure I"d make no mistake about which bowl went to which belly."
No need, thought Cadfael, crossing the court to Ma.s.s, to take Brother Petrus"s fulminations too seriously. For all his ferocity he was a man of words rather than actions. Or ought it, after all, to be considered as worth pondering? The idea that a mistake had been made, and the dish intended for Robert sent instead to Bonel, had never entered Cadfael"s head until now, but clearly Petrus had credited him with just such a notion, and made haste to hammer it into absurdity before it was uttered. A shade too much haste? Murderous hatreds had been known to arise between those who were sworn to brotherhood, before this, and surely would so arise again. Brother Petrus might have started the very suspicion he had set out to scotch. Not, perhaps, a very likely murderer. But bear it in mind!
The few weeks before the main festivals of the year always saw an increase in the parochial attendance at Ma.s.s, the season p.r.i.c.king the easy consciences of those who took their spiritual duties lightly all the rest of the year. There were a creditable number of local people in the church that morning, and it was no great surprise to Cadfael to discover among them the white coif and abundant yellow hair of the girl Aldith. When the service ended he noticed that she did not go out by the west door, like the rest, but pa.s.sed through the south door into the cloister, and so out into the great court. There she drew her cloak around her, and sat down on a stone bench against the refectory wall.
Cadfael followed, and saluted her gravely, asking after her mistress. The girl raised to him a fair, composed face whose soft lines seemed to him to be belied by the level dark force of her eyes. She was, he reflected, as mysterious in her way as Aelfric, and what she did not choose to reveal of herself it would be hard to discover unaided.
"She"s well enough in body," she said thoughtfully, "but distressed in mind for Edwin, naturally. But there"s been no word of his being taken, and I"m sure we should have heard if he had been. That"s some comfort. Poor lady, she"s in need of comfort."
He could have sent her some rea.s.surance by this messenger, but he did not. Richildis had taken care to speak with him alone, he should respect that preference. In so tight and closed a situation, where only the handful of people involved in one household seemed to be at risk, how could Richildis be absolutely sure even of her young kinswoman, even of her stepson or her manservant? And could he, in the end, even be sure of Richildis? Mothers may be driven to do terrible things in defence of the rights of their children. Gervase Bonel had made a bargain with her, and broken it.
"If you"ll permit, I"ll sit with you a little while. You"re not in haste to return?"
"Aelfric will be coming for the dinner soon," she said. "I thought I would wait for him, and help him carry everything. He"ll have the ale and the bread as well." And she added, as Cadfael sat down beside her: "It"s ill for him, having to do that same office daily, after what fell on us yesterday. To think that people may be eyeing him and wondering. Even you, brother. Isn"t it true?"
"No help for that," said Cadfael simply, "until we know the truth. The sheriff"s sergeant believes he knows it already. Do you agree with him?"
"No!" She was mildly scornful, it even raised the ghost of a smile. "It isn"t the wild, noisy, boisterous boys, the ones who let the world all round know their grievances and their tantrums and their pleasures, who use poison. But what avails my telling you this, saying I believe or I don"t believe, when I"m deep in the same coil myself? As you know I am! When Aelfric came into my kitchen with the tray, and told me about the prior"s gift, it was I who set the dish to keep hot on the hob, while Aelfric carried the large dish into the room, and I followed with the platters and the jug of ale. The three of them were in there at table, they knew nothing about the partridge until I told them... thinking to please the master, for in there the air was so chill you could hardly breathe. I think I was back in the kitchen first of the two of us, and I sat by the hob to eat my meal, and I stirred the bowl when it simmered. More than once, and moved it aside from the heat, too. What use my saying I added nothing? Of course that is what I, or any other in my shoes would say, it carries no weight until there"s proof, one way or the other."
"You are very sensible and very just," said Cadfael. "And Meurig, you say, was just coming in at the door when you returned to the kitchen. So he was not alone with the dish... even supposing he had known what it was, and for whom it was intended."
Her dark brows rose, wonderfully arched and vivid and striking under the pale brow and light-gold hair. "The door was wide open, that I recall, and Meurig was just sc.r.a.ping the dirt from his shoes before coming in. But what reason could Meurig have, in any case, to wish his father dead? He was not lavish with him, but he was of more value to him alive than dead. He had no hope of inheriting anything, and knew it, but he had a modest competence to lose."
That was simple truth. Not even the church would argue a b.a.s.t.a.r.d"s right to inherit, while the state would deny it even where marriage of the parents, every way legal, followed the birth. And this had been a commonplace affair with one of his own maidservants. No, Meurig had no possible stake in this death. Whereas Edwin had a manor to regain, and Richildis, her adored son"s future. And Aelfric?
She had reared her head, gazing towards the gatehouse, where Aelfric had just appeared, the high-rimmed wooden tray under his arm, a bag for the loaves slung on his shoulder. She gathered her cloak and rose.
"Tell me," said Cadfael, mild-voiced beside her, "now that Master Bonel is dead, to whom does Aelfric belong? Does he go with the manor, to the abbey or some other lord? Or was he excluded from the agreement, conceded to Master Bonel as manservant in villeinage for life?"
She looked back sharply in the act of going to meet Aelfric. "He was excluded. Granted to be my lord"s villein personally."
"Then whatever happens to the manor now, he will go to whoever inherits the personal effects... to widow or son, granted the son escapes a criminal charge. And Aldith, you know Mistress Bonel"s mind, would you not say that she would at once give Aelfric his freedom, with a glad heart? And would the boy do any other?"
All she gave him by way of answer was a brief, blinding flash of the black, intelligent eyes, and the sudden, veiling swoop of large lids and long dark lashes. Then she went to cross Aelfric"s path, and fall in beside him on his way to the abbot"s lodging. Her step was light and easy, her greeting indifferent, her manner dutiful. Aelfric trudged by her side stiff and mute, and would not let her take the bag from his shoulder. Cadfael sat looking after them for a long moment, observing and wondering, though after a while the wonder subsided into mild surprise, and by the time he set off to wash his hands before dinner in the refectory, even surprise had settled into conviction and rea.s.sessment.
It was mid-afternoon, and Cadfael was picking over the stored trays of apples and pears in the loft of the abbot"s barn, discarding the few decayed specimens before they could infect their neighbours, when Brother Mark came hallooing for him from below.
"The sheriff"s man is back," he reported, when Cadfael peered down the ladder at him and demanded what the noise was about, "and asking for you. And they"ve not captured their man-if it"s any news I"m telling you."
"It"s no good news that I should be wanted," admitted Cadfael, descending the ladder backwards, as nimbly as a boy. "What"s his will? Or his humour, at least?"
"No menace to you, I think," said Mark, considering. "Vexed at not laying his hands on the boy, naturally, but I think his mind"s on small things like the level of that rubbing oil in your store. He asked me if I could tell if any had been removed from there, but I"m a slipshod hand who notices nothing, as you"ll bear witness. He thinks you"ll know to the last drop."
"Then he"s the fool. It takes a mere mouthful or two of that to kill, and in a container too wide to get the fingers of both hands around, and tall as a stool, who"s to know if ten times that amount has been purloined? But let"s at least pick his brains of what he"s about now, and how far he thinks he has his case proven."
In the workshop the sheriff"s sergeant was poking his bushy beard and hawk"s beak into all Cadfael"s sacks and jars and pots in somewhat wary curiosity. If he had brought an escort with him this time, he must have left them in the great court or at the gatehouse.
"You may yet be able to help us, brother," he said as Cadfael entered. "It would be a gain to know from which supply of this oil of yours the poison was taken, but the young brother here can"t say if any is missing from this store. Can you be more forthcoming?"
"On that point," said Cadfael bluntly, "no. The amount needed would be very small, and my stock, as you see, is large. No one could pretend to say with certainty whether any had been taken out unlawfully. This I can tell you, I examined the neck and stopper of this bottle yesterday, and there is no trace of oil at the lip. I doubt if a thief in haste would stop to wipe the lip clean before stoppering it, as I do."
The sergeant nodded, partially satisfied that this accorded with what he believed. "It"s more likely it was taken from the infirmary, then. And that"s a smaller flask by much than this, but I"ve been there, and they can none of them hazard an opinion. Among the old the oil is in favoured use now, who can guess if it was used one more time without lawful reason?"
"You"ve made little progress, I fear," said Brother Cadfael.
"We have not caught our man, yet. No knowing where Edwin Gurney is hiding, but there"s been no trace of him round Bellecote"s shop, and the carpenter"s horse is in its stable. I"d wager the boy is still somewhere within the town. We"re watching the shop and the gates, and keeping an eye on his mother"s house. It is but a matter of time before we take him."
Cadfael sat back on his bench and spread his hands on his knees. "You"re very sure of him. Yet there are at least four others who were there in the house, and any number more who, for one reason or another, know the use and abuse of this preparation. Oh, I know the weight of the case you can make against this boy. I could make as good a case against one or two more, but that I won"t do. I"d rather by far consider those factors that might provide, not suspicion, but proof, and not against one chosen quarry, but against the person, whoever he may be, towards whom the facts point. The time concerned is tight, half an hour at most. I myself saw the manservant fetch the dishes from the abbot"s kitchen, and carry them out at the gate. Unless we are to look seriously at those who serve the abbot"s kitchen, the dish was still harmless when it left our enclave. I don"t say," he added blandly, "that you should, because we wear the cowl, write off any man of us as exempt from suspicion, myself included."
The sergeant was intelligent, though not impressed. "Then what limiting factors, what firm facts, do you refer to, brother?"
"I mentioned to you yesterday, and if you care to sniff at that bottle, and try a drop of it on your sleeve, you"ll note for yourself, that it makes itself apparent both to the nose and eye. You would not easily wash out the greasy mark from cloth, nor get rid of the smell. It is not the wolfsbane that smells so sharp and acrid, there"s also mustard and other herbs. Whoever you seize upon, you must examine his clothing for these signs. I don"t say it"s proof of innocence if no such signs are found, but it does weaken the evidence of guilt."
"You are interesting, brother," said the sergeant, "but not convincing."
"Then consider this. Whoever had used that poison would be in haste to get rid of the bottle as soon as possible, and as cleanly. If he lingered, he would have to hide it about him, and risk marking himself, or even having it discovered on him. You will conduct your business as you see fit. But I, were I in your shoes, would be looking very carefully for a small vial, anywhere within a modest distance of that house, for when you find it, the place where it was discarded will tell a great deal about the person who could have cast it there." And with certainty he added: "You"ll be in no doubt of it being the right vial."
He did not at all like the expression of indulgent complacency that was creeping over the sergeant"s weathered countenance, as though he enjoyed a joke that presently, when he chose to divulge it, would quite take the wind out of Cadfael"s sails. He himself admitted he had not captured his man, but there was certainly some other secret satisfaction he was hugging to his leather bosom.
"You have not found it already?" said Cadfael cautiously.
"Not found it, no. Nor looked for it very hard. But for all that, I know where it is. Small use looking now, and in any case, no need." And now he was openly grinning.
"I take exception to that," said Cadfael firmly. "if you have not found it, you cannot know where it is, you can only surmise, which is not the same thing."
"It"s as near the same thing as we"re likely to get," said the sergeant, pleased with his advantage. "For your little vial has gone floating down the Severn, and may never be seen again, but we know it was tossed in there, and we know who tossed it. We"ve not been idle since we left here yesterday, I can tell you, and we"ve done more than simply pursue a young fox and lose his trail a while. We"ve taken witness from any we could find who were moving about the bridge and the Foregate around the dinner hour, and saw Bonel"s manservant running after the boy. We found a carter who was crossing the bridge just at that time. Such a chase, he pulled up his cart, thinking there was a hue and cry after a thief, but when the boy had run past him he saw the pursuer give up the chase, short of the bridge, for he had no chance of overtaking his quarry. The one shrugged and turned back, and when the carter turned to look after the other he saw him slow in his running for a moment, and hurl some small thing over the downstream parapet into the water. It was young Gurney, and no other, who had something to dispose of, as soon as possible after he"d tipped its contents into the dish for his stepfather, given the spoon a whirl or two, and rushed away with the bottle in his hand. And what do you say to that, my friend?"
What, indeed? The shock was severe, for not one word had Edwin said about this incident, and for a moment Cadfael did seriously consider that he might have been hoodwinked for once by a cunning little dissembler. Yet cunning was the last thing he would ever have found in that bold, pugnacious face. He rallied rapidly, and without betraying his disquiet.
"I say that "some small thing" is not necessarily a vial. Did you put it to your carter that it might have been that?"
"I did, and he would not say yes or no, only that whatever it was was small enough to hold in the closed hand, and flashed in the light as it flew. He would not give it a shape or a character more than that."
"You had an honest witness. Now can you tell me two things more from his testimony. At exactly what point on the bridge was the boy when he threw it? And did the manservant also see it thrown?"
"My man says the fellow running after had halted and turned back, and only then did he look round and catch the other one in the act. The servant could not have seen. And as for where the lad was at that moment, he said barely halfway across the drawbridge."
That meant that Edwin had hurled away whatever it was as soon as he felt sure he was above the water, clear of the bank and the sh.o.r.e, for it was the outer section of the bridge that could be raised. And at that, he might have miscalculated and been in too big a hurry. The bushes and shelving slope under the abutments ran well out below the first arch. There was still a chance that whatever had been discarded could be recovered, if it had fallen short of the current. It seemed, also, that Aelfric had not concealed this detail, for he had not witnessed it.
"Well," said Cadfael, "by your own tale the boy had just gone running past a halted cart, with a driver already staring at him, and no doubt, at that hour, several other people within view, and made no secret of getting rid of whatever it was he threw. Nothing furtive about that. Hardly the way a murderer would go about disposing of the means, to my way of thinking. What do you say?"