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him like a badly-balanced woolsack. I hope Father Huw's stabling is a mile or more away."
    Father Huw's plans for them, it seemed, involved two of the nearer and more prosperous members of his flock, but even so, in the scattered Welsh way, their houses were dispersed in valley and forest.
    "I shall give up my own house to the prior and sub-prior, of course," he said, "and sleep in the loft above my cow. For the beasts, my grazing here is too small, and I have no stable, but Bened the smith has a good paddock above the water-meadows, and stabling with a loft, if this young brother will not mind being lodged the better part of a mite from his fellows. And for you and your two companions, Brother Cadfael, there is open house half a mile from here through the woods, with Cadwallon, who has one of the biggest holdings in these parts."
    Brother Cadfael considered the prospect of being housed with Jerome and Columbanus, and found it unattractive. "Since I am the only one among us who has fluent Welsh," he said diplomatically, "I should remain close to Prior Robert's side. With your goodwill, Huw, I'll share your loft above the cow-byre, and be very comfortable there."
    "If that's your wish," said Huw simply, "I shall be glad of your company. And now I must set this young man on his way to the smithy."
    "And I," said Cadfael, "if you don't need me along with you - and yonder boy will make himself understood in whatever language, or none! - will go a piece of the way back with Urien. If I can pick up an acquaintance or so among your flock, so much the better, for I like the took of them and their valley."
    Brother John came out from the tiny paddock leading the two tall horses, the mules following on leading reins. Huw's eyes glowed almost as bright as John's, caressing the smooth lines of neck and shoulder.
    "How long it is," he said wistfully, "since I was on a good horse!"
    "Come on, then, Father," urged Brother John, understanding the look if not the words, "up with you! Here's a hand, if you fancy the roan. Lead the way in style!" And he cupped a palm for the priest's lifted foot, and hoisted him, dazed and enchanted, into the saddle. Up himself on the grey, he fell in alongside, ready if the older man should need a steadying hand, but the brown knees gripped happily He had not forgotten how. "Bravely!" said John, hugely laughing. "We shall get on famously together, and end up in a race!"
    Urien, checking his girth, watched them ride away out or the gentle bowl of the clearing "There go two happy men,'' he said thoughtfully.
    "More and more I wonder," said Cadfael, "how that youngster ever came to commit himself to the monastic life."
    "Or you, for instance?" said Urien, with his toe in the stirrup. "Come, if you want to view the ground, we'll take the valley way a piece, before I leave you for the hills."
    They parted at the crest of the ridge, among the trees but where a fold of the ground showed them the ox-team still doggedly labouring at a second strip, continuing the line of the first, above the richer valley land. Two such strips in one day was prodigious work.
    "Your prior will be wise," said Urien, taking his leave, "to take a lesson from yonder young fellow. Leading and coaxing pays better than driving in these parts. But I need not tell you - a man as Welsh as myself."
    Cadfael watched him ride away gently along the cleared track until he vanished among the trees. Then he turned back towards Gwytherin, but went steeply downhill towards the river, and at the edge of the forest stood in green shadow under an oak tree, gazing across the sunlit meadows and the silver thread of river to where the team heaved and strained along the last furrow. Here there was no great distance between them, and he could see clearly the gloss of sweat on the pelts of the oxen, and the heavy curl of the soil as it heeled back from the share. The ploughman was dark, squat and powerful, with a salting of grey in his shaggy locks, but the