By Ellis Peters
Ultimately, Brother Cadfael's many fanatics can become aware of the chain of occasions that led him into the Benedictine Order! Lavishly illustrated, those 3 stories express Cadfael on the top of his sleuthing shape. "Three vintage tales that includes Brother Cadfael . . . whose powers of deduction are virtually miraculous".--Booklist.
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But what meaning ought it to have for Roger Mauduit? The table was lavish that night, and lord and squire drank well and ate well, and gave no sign of any care, though they might, Cadfael thought, watching them from his lower place, seem a little tight and knife-edged. Well, the King’s court could account for that. Shrewsbury’s prior was drawing steadily nearer, with whatever weapons he had for the battle. But it seemed rather an exultant tension than an anxious one. Was Roger counting his chickens already?
Cadfael let the last of the light fade before he made a move. The wooden wall was stout and high, but more than one of the old trees outside leaned a branch over it, and it was no great labour to climb without and drop into the deep grass within. He made first for the gate, and quietly unbarred the narrow wicket set into it. Faint threads of torchlight filtered through the chinks in the hall shutters, but nothing else stirred. ” There was a sharp rustling of hay within, but no immediate reply. “Father Prior, is it you?
Footpads so close to Woodstock! ” “Get me withindoors,” snapped Roger, “and have this coat and shirt off me, and let’s staunch this bleeding. ” They helped him back between them, through the more open ways towards the lodge. It dawned on Cadfael, as they went, that the clamour of furtive battle had ceased completely, even the wind had abated, and somewhere on the road, distantly, he caught the rhythm of galloping hooves, very fast and light, as of a riderless horse in panic flight. The gash in Roger Mauduit’s left arm, just below the shoulder, was long but not deep, and grew shallower as it descended.
A Rare Benedictine (Brother Cadfael Mystery Stories) by Ellis Peters