terms,' said Meriet vehemently, 'if you would but shorten the period of my probation, and let me in to the fullness of this life. Then there would be no more doubt or fear ... "
'Or hope?' wondered Cadfael, watching him; and went on to wonder if the same thought had not entered the abbot's mind.
'The fullness of this life,' said Radulfus sharply, 'must be deserved. You are not ready yet to take vows. Both you and we must practise patience some time yet before you will be fit to join us. The more hotly you hasten, the more will you fall behind. Remember that, and curb your impetuosity. For this time, we will wait. I accept that you have not offended willingly, I trust that you may never again suffer or cause such disruption. Go now, Brother Paul will tell you our will for you.'
Meriet cast one flickering glance round all the considering faces, and departed, leaving the brothers to debate what was best to be done with him.
Prior Robert, on his mettle, and quick to recognise a humility in which there was more than a little arrogance, felt that the mortification of the flesh, whether by hard labour, a bread and water diet, or flagellation, might help to concentrate and purify a troubled spirit. Several took the simplest line: since the boy had never intended wrong, and yet was a menace to others, punishment was undeserved, but segregation from his fellows might be considered justified, in the interests of the general peace. Yet even that might seem to him a punishment, Brother Paul pointed out.
'It may well be,' said the abbot finally, 'that we trouble ourselves needlessly. How many of us have never had one ill night, and broken it with nightmares? Once is but once. We have none of us come to any harm, not even the children. Why should we not trust that we have seen both the first and the last of it? Two doors can be closed between the dortoir and the boys, should there again be need. And should there again be need, then further measures can be taken.'
Three nights passed peacefully, but on the fourth there was another commotion in the small hours, less alarming than on the first occasion, but scarcely less disturbing. No wild outcry this time, but twice or thrice, at intervals, there were words spoken loudly and in agitation, and such as were distinguishable were deeply disquieting, and caused his fellow-novices to hold off from him with even deeper suspicion.
'He cried out, "No, no, no!" several times,' reported his nearest neighbour, complaining to Brother Paul next morning. 'And then he said, "I will, I will!" and something about obedience and duty ... Then after all was quiet again he suddenly cried out, "Blood!" And I looked in, because he had started me awake again, and he was sitting up in bed wringing his hands. After that he sank down again, there was nothing more. But to whom was he talking? I dread there's a devil has hold of him. What else can it be?'
Brother Paul was short with such wild suppositions, but could not deny the words he himself had heard, nor the disquiet they aroused in him. Meriet again was astonished and upset at hearing that he had troubled the dortoir a second time, and owned to no recollection of any bad dream, or even so small and understandable a thing as a belly-ache that might have disrupted his own rest.
'No harm done this time,' said Brother Paul to Cadfael, after High Mass, 'for it was not loud, and we had the door closed on the children. And I've damped down their gossip as best I can. But for all that, they go in fear of him. They need their peace, too, and he's a threat to it. They say there's a devil at him in his sleep, and it was he brought it here among them, and who knows which of them it will prey on next? The devil's novice, I've heard him called. Oh, I put a stop to that, at least aloud. But it's what they're thinking.
Cadfael himself had heard the tormented voice, however subdued this time, had heard the pain and desperation in it, and was assured beyond doubt that for