Brother Cadfael 14: The Hermit of Eyton Forest by Ellis Peters Read Free Book Online

thing in his employ?
    But the boy, having waited a long moment to be inspected thoroughly, lifted his eyelids and showed to Abbot Radulfus a face of candid and childlike innocence, and made him a very charming and respectful reverence.
    He would not speak until he was spoken to, but waited to be questioned.
    'You come from the hermit of Eyton?' asked the abbot mildly, studying the young, calm, almost smiling face attentively.
    'Yes, my lord. The holy Cuthred sends a message by me.' His voice was quiet and clear, pitched a little high, so that it rang bell-like under the vault.
    'What is your name?' Radulfus questioned.
    'Hyacinth, my lord.'
    'I have known a bishop of that name,' said the abbot, and briefly smiled, for the sleek brown creature before him had certainly nothing of the bishop about him. 'Were you named for him?'
    'No, my lord. I have never heard of him. I was told, once, that there was a youth of that name in an old story, and two gods fell out over him, and the loser killed him. They say flowers grew from his blood. It was a priest who told me,' said the boy innocently, and slanted a sudden brief smile round the chapterhouse, well aware of the slight stir of disquiet he had aroused in these cloistered breasts, though the abbot continued unruffled.
    Into that old story, thought Cadfael, studying him with pleasure and interest, you, my lad, fit far better than into the ambit of bishops, and well you know it. Or hermits either, for that matter. Now where in the world did he discover you, and how did he tame you?
    'May I speak my message?' asked the boy ingenuously, golden eyes wide and clear and fixed upon the abbot.
    'You have learned it by heart?' enquired Radulfus, smiling.
    'I must, my lord. There must be no word out of place.'
    'A very faithful messenger! Yes, you may speak.'
    'I must be my master's voice, not my own,' said the boy by way of introduction, and forthwith sank his voice several tones below its normal ringing lightness, in a startling piece of mimicry that made Cadfael, at least, look at him more warily and searchingly than ever. 'I have heard with much distress,' said the proxy hermit gravely, 'both from the steward of Eaton and the forester of Eyton, of the misfortunes suddenly troubling the woodland. I have prayed and meditated, and greatly dread that these are but the warnings of worse to come, unless some false balance or jarring discord between right and wrong can be amended. I know of no such offence hanging over us, unless it be the denial of right to Dame Dionisia Ludel, in witholding her grandchild from her. The father's wish must indeed be regarded, but the grief of the widow for her young cannot be put away out of mind, and she bereaved and alone. I pray you, my lord abbot, for the love of God, consider whether what you do is well done, for I feel the shadow of evil heavy over us all.'
    All this the surprising young man delivered in the sombre and weighty voice which was not his own, and undeniably the trick was impressive, and caused some of the more superstitious young brothers to shift and gape and mutter in awed concern. And having ended his recital, the messenger again raised his amber eyes and smiled, as if the purport of his embassage concerned him not at all.
    Abbot Radulfus sat in silence for a long moment, closely eyeing the young man, who gazed back at him unwinking and serene, satisfied at having completed his errand.
    'Your master's own words?'
    'Every one, my lord, just as he taught them to me.'
    'And he did not commission you to argue further in the matter on his behalf? You do not want to add anything?'
    The eyes opened still wider in astonishment. 'I, my lord? How could I? I only run his errands.'
    Prior Robert said superciliously into the abbot's ear: 'It is not unknown for an anchorite to give shelter and employment to a simpleton. It is an act of charity. This is clearly one such.' His voice was low, but not low enough to escape ears as sharp, and almost as pointed,