Brother Cadfael 17: The Potter's Field by Ellis Peters Read Free Book Online Page B

cups, and considering the widening implications. 'You think this woman was done to death secretly? Could Ruald be in any real danger of such a suspicion? I cannot believe ill of him. Certainly I will ask among my fellows, and send you word if I find out anything of note. But had there been anything, surely it would have found its way to me before.'

    

'Nevertheless, do that service. A trifle that a man might let slip out of his mind lightly, in the ordinary way, could come to have a weighty meaning once there's a death in the matter. I'll be putting together all I can about Ruald's end of it, and asking questions of many a one besides. He has seen what we found,' said Hugh sombrely, 'and could not say yes or no to her, and no blame to him, for it would be hard indeed for any man, if he lived with her many years, to recognise her face now.'

    

'He cannot have harmed his wife,' Eudo avowed sturdily. 'He was already in the cloister, had been for three or four weeks, maybe more, while she was still there in the croft, before she went away. This is some other poor soul who fell foul of footpads, or some such scum, and was knifed or stabbed to death for the clothes she wore.'

    

'Hardly that,' said Hugh wryly. 'She was clothed decently, laid out straight, and her hands folded on her breast over a little rough cross, cut from a hedge. As for the manner of her death, there's no mark on her, no bone broken. There may have been a knife. Who's to tell, now? But she was buried with some care and respect. That's the strangeness of it.'

    

Eudo shook his head, frowning, over this growing wonder. 'As a priest might?' he hazarded doubtfully. 'If he found her dead? But then he would have cried it aloud, and had her taken to church, surely.'

    

"There are some,' said Hugh, 'will soon be saying, "As a husband might," if they were in bitter contention, and she drove him to violence first, and remorse afterwards. No, no need to fret yet for Ruald, he has been in the company of a host of brothers since before his wife was last seen whole and well. We'll be patching together from their witness all his comings and goings since he entered his novitiate. And going back over the past few years in search of other women gone astray.' He rose, eyeing the gathering dusk outside the door. 'I'd best be getting back. I've taken too much of your time.'

    

Eudo rose with him, willing and earnest. 'No, you did right to look this way first. And I'll ask among my men, be sure. I still feel sometimes as though that field is my ground. You don't let go of land, even to the Church, without feeling you've left stray roots in it. I think I've stayed away from it to avoid despite, that it was left waste. I was glad to hear of the exchange, I knew the abbey would make better use of it. To tell the truth, I was surprised when my father made up his mind to give it to Haughmond, seeing the trouble they'd have turning it to account.' He had followed Hugh towards the outer door, to see his guest out and mounted, when he halted suddenly, and looked back at the curtained doorway in a corner of the great hall.

    

'Would you look in for a moment, and say a neighbourly word to my mother, Hugh, while you're here? She can't get out at all now, and has very few visitors. She hasn't been out of the door since my father's burial. If you'd look in for a moment, it would please her.'

    

'I will surely,' said Hugh, turning at once.

    

'But don't tell her anything about this dead woman, it would only upset her, land that was ours so lately, and Ruald being our tenant... God knows she has enough to endure, we try to keep the world's ill news away from her, all the more when it comes so near home.'

    

'Not a word!' agreed Hugh. 'How is it with her since I saw her last?'

    

The young man shook his head. 'Nothing changes. Only day by day she grows a little thinner and paler, but she makes no complaint. You'll see. Go in to her!' His hand