By Ellis Peters
It really is Christmas, A.D. 1141, Abbot Radulfus returns from London, bringing with him a clergyman for the vacant residing of Holy move, sometimes called the Foregate. the recent priest is a guy of presence, studying, and self-discipline, yet he lacks humility and the typical contact. whilst he's discovered drowned within the fishpond, suspicion is solid upon a tender guy who arrived with the priest's teach and used to be despatched to paintings in Brother Cadfael's backyard. certainly, he's quickly stumbled on to be an impostor. To Brother Cadfael, now falls the normal activity of checking out the advanced strands of innocence and guilt.
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They crossed the chill tiles of the nave together, and Cynric went out by the north porch, and up to his little dark room above. Cadfael looked after him until the door had closed between. All these years they had been within arm’s reach of each other, and on the best of terms, yet never familiar. Who had ever been familiar with Cynric? Since the ties with his mother loosened, and he turned his back on home, whatever and wherever that home had been, perhaps only Father Adam had truly drawn near to him.
Though a man of few words himself, he was disposed, as a rule, to allow plenty of scope to those who were rambling and loquacious about their requests and suggestions, but on this day, plainly, he had more urgent matters on his mind. “I must tell you,” he said, when he had swept the last trifle satisfactorily into its place, “that I shall be leaving you for some days to the care of Father Prior, to whom, I expect and require, you shall be as obedient and helpful as you are to me. I am summoned to a council to be held at Westminster on the seventh day of this month, by the Holy Father’s legate, Henry of Blois, bishop of Winchester.
Ah, but in the name of the Church, Cadfael, in the name of the Church! ” Twice in one year, indeed, had Henry of Blois summoned his bishops and abbots to a legatine council, once in Winchester on the seventh of April to justify his endorsement of the Empress Maud as ruler, when she was in the ascendant and had her rival King Stephen securely in prison in Bristol, and now at Westminster on the seventh of December to justify his swing back to Stephen, now that the King was free again, and the city of London had put a decisive end to Maud’s bid to establish herself in the capital, and get her hands at last on the crown.