Read Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent for Free Online

knotted his hands into pain, and burst into a fury of passionate, silent prayers to the Virgin whose faithful servant he was, and who could and must stand by him now. But when he opened his eyes and looked up into the mellow golden cones of the candle-flames, there was the woman's face radiant before him, a dazzling, insistent brightness.
    He had escaped nothing, all he had done was to cast away with the unbearable pain the transcendent bliss, and now all he had left was his barren virgin honour, this grim necessity to keep his vows at all costs. He was a man of his word, he would keep his word.
    But he would never see her again.
    Cadfael came back from the town in good time for Compline, well fed and well wined, and content with his evening's entertainment, though regretful that he would see no more of Aline and his godson Giles for three or four months. Doubtless Hugh would bring them back to the town house for the winter, by which time the boy would be grown out of all knowledge, and approaching his third birthday. Well, better they should spend the warm months up there in the north, at Maesbury, in the healthy caput of Hugh's modest honour, rather than in the congested streets of Shrewsbury, where disease had easier entry and exaggerated power. He ought not to grudge their going, however he was bound to miss them.
    It was a warm early twilight as he crossed the bridge, matching his mood of content with its mild and pleasant melancholy. He passed the spot where trees and bushes bordered the path down to the lush riverside level of the Gaye, the abbey's main gardens, and the still silver gleam of the mill-pond on his right, and turned in at the gatehouse. The porter was sitting in the doorway of his lodge in the mild sweet air, taking the cool of the evening very pleasurably, but he also had an eye to his duties and the errand he had been given.
    "So there you are!" he said comfortably, as Cadfael entered through the open wicket. "Gallivanting again! I wish I had a godson up in the town."
    "I had leave," said Cadfael complacently.
    "I've known times when you couldn't have said that so smugly! But yes, I know you had leave tonight, and are back in good time for the office. But that's all one for tonight - Father Abbot wants you in his parlour. As soon as he returns, he said."
    "Does he so, indeed?" Cadfael echoed, brows aloft. "What's afoot, then, at this hour? Has something wild been happening?"
    "Not that I know of, there's been no stir about the place at all, everything as quiet as the night. Just the simple summons. Brother Anselm is sent for, too," he added placidly. "No mention of the occasion. Better go now and see."
    So Cadfael thought, too, and betook himself briskly down the length of the great court to the abbot's lodging. Brother Anselm the precentor was there before him, already ensconced on a carved bench against the panelled wall, and it appeared that nothing of too disturbing a nature was towards, for abbot and obedientiary were provided with wine-cups, and the like was offered to Cadfael as soon as he had reported himself in response to the abbot's summons. Anselm moved up on the bench to make room for his friend. The precentor, who also presided over the library, was ten years younger than Cadfael, a vague, unworldly man except where his personal enthusiasms were concerned, but alert and subtle enough in anything that concerned books, music or the instruments that make music, best of all the most perfect, the human voice. The blue eyes that peered out beneath his bushy brown eyebrows and shock of shaggy brown hair might be short-sighted, but they missed very little that went on, and had a tolerant twinkle for fallible human creatures and their failings, especially among the young.
    "I have sent for you two," said Radulfus, when the door was firmly closed, and there was no fourth to overhear, "because a thing has arisen that I would as lief not bring up in chapter tomorrow. It will certainly be known to one