By Ellis Peters
Ultimately, Brother Cadfael's many enthusiasts can realize the chain of occasions that led him into the Benedictine Order! Lavishly illustrated, those 3 stories express Cadfael on the peak of his sleuthing shape. "Three vintage tales that includes Brother Cadfael . . . whose powers of deduction are virtually miraculous".--Booklist.
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The truth is, in the east I forgot her, and in the west she, thanks be to God, had forgotten me. I did enquire, when I got back. She’d made a better bargain, and married a decent, solid man who had nothing of the vagus in him. A guildsman and counsellor of the town of Shrewsbury, no less. So I shed the load from my conscience and went back to what I knew, soldiering. With no regrets,” he said simply. “It was all over and done, years since. ” There had been other women’s faces in the years between, still vivid in his memory, while hers had faded into mist.
The wooden wall was stout and high, but more than one of the old trees outside leaned a branch over it, and it was no great labour to climb without and drop into the deep grass within. He made first for the gate, and quietly unbarred the narrow wicket set into it. Faint threads of torchlight filtered through the chinks in the hall shutters, but nothing else stirred. ” There was a sharp rustling of hay within, but no immediate reply. “Father Prior, is it you? Softly... ” “Sinful man I am, but not of their company.
And what will you do,” asked Alard, “now the King’s got everything he wanted, married his son to Anjou and Maine, and made an end of fighting? Go back to the east? ” “No,” said Cadfael, eyes fixed on the shore that began to show the solidity of land and the undulations of cliff and down. For that, too, was over and done, years since, and not as well done as once he had hoped. This desultory campaigning in Normandy was little more than a postscriptum, an afterthought, a means of filling in the interim between what was past and what was to come, and as yet unrevealed.