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

one to warn me what's in their minds? If you'll be on my side I shall know how to deal. Will you?'
    Hyacinth leaned his back comfortably against the abbey wall, stretched out before him shapely, sinewy legs, and half-closed his sunlit eyes. 'I tell you what, Richard, as you can best deal if you know all that's afoot, so can I be most helpful to you if I know the why and wherefore of it. Now I know the end of this story thus far, and you know the beginning. How if we put the two together, and see what's to be made of them?'
    Richard clapped his hands. 'Agreed! So first tell me what was the message you brought from Cuthred today!'
    Word for word as he had delivered it in chapter, but without the mimicry, Hyacinth told him.
    'I knew it!' said the child, thumping a small fist into the thick grass. 'I knew it must be some way about me. So my grandmother has cozened or persuaded even her holy man into arguing her cause for her. I heard about these things that have been happening in the coppice, but such things do happen now and then, who can prevent? You'll need to warn your master not to be over-persuaded, even if she has made herself his patroness. Tell him the whole tale, for she won't.'
    'So I will,' agreed Hyacinth heartily, 'when I know it myself.'
    'No one has told you why she wants me home? Not a word from your master?'
    'Lad, I just run his errands, he doesn't confide in me.' And it seemed that the unquestioning servitor was in no hurry about returning from this errand, for he settled his back more easily against the mosses of the wall, and crossed his slim ankles. Richard wriggled a little nearer, and Hyacinth shifted good-naturedly to accommodate the sharp young bones that leaned into his side.
    'She wants to marry me off,' said Richard, 'to get hold of the manors either side of mine. And not even to a proper bride. Hikrude is old - at least twenty-two.'
    'A venerable age,' agreed Hyacinth gravely.
    'But even if she was young and pretty I don't want her. I don't want any woman. I don't like women. I don't see any need for them.'
    'You're in the right place to escape them, then,' suggested Hyacinth helpfully, and under his long copper lashes his amber eyes flashed a gleam of laughter. 'Become a novice, and be done with the world, you'll be safe enough here.'
    'No, that's no sport, neither. Listen, I'll tell you all about it.' And the tale of his threatened marriage, and his grandmother's plans to enlarge her little palatine came tripping volubly from his tongue. 'So will you keep an eye open for me, and let me know what I must be ware of? I need someone who'll be honest with me, and not keep everything from me, as if I were still a child.'
    'I will!' promised Hyacinth contentedly, smiling. 'I'll be your lordship's liege man in the camp at Eaton, and be eyes and ears for you.'
    'And make plain my side of it to Cuthred? I shouldn't like him to think evil of Father Abbot; he's only doing what my father wanted for me. And you haven't told me your name. I must have a name for you.'
    'My name is Hyacinth. I'm told there was a bishop so named, but I'm none. Your secrets are safer with a sinner than with a saint, and I'm closer than the confessional, never fear me.'
    They had somehow become so content and familiar with each other that only the timely reminder of Richard's stomach, nudging him that it was time for his dinner, finally roused them to separate. Richard trotted beside his new friend along the path that skirted the enclave wall as far as the Foregate, and there parted from him, and watched the light, erect figure as it swung away along the highroad, before he turned and went dancing gleefully back to the wicket in the enclave wall.
    Hyacinth covered the first miles of his return journey at a springy, long-stepping lope, less out of any sense of haste or duty than for pure pleasure in the ease of his own gait, and the power and precision of his body. He crossed the river by the bridge at Attingham, waded the watery