epeters.amorbidtasteforbones-第12章
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no mistaking her。 This was the urchin of the oak tree； and the greatest heiress and most desirable prize in marriage in all this countryside。
The steward was an older man； grey…headed and balding； with a soft； good…humoured face。 〃He is Rhisiart's kinsman by marriage；〃 whispered Huw； 〃his wife's elder brother。〃
〃And the other girl is Sioned's tirewoman？〃 No need to name her； he already knew her name。 Dimpled and smiling； Annest followed her friend with demure little steps into the church； and the sun stroked all the bright； silvery grain in the sheaf of her pale hair。 〃She is the smith's niece；〃 said Father Huw helpfully。 〃A good girl； she visits him often since he buried his wife； and bakes for him。〃
〃Bened's niece？〃 Brother John pricked his ears； and looked after the shapely waist and glowing hair with fascinated eyes； no doubt hoping there would be a baking day before they had to leave Gwytherin。 The lodging arrangements had certainly been inspired； though whether by an angel or an imp remained to be seen。
〃Lower your eyes； brother；〃 said Jerome chidingly。 〃It is not seemly to look so straightly upon women。〃
〃And how did he know there were women passing；〃 whispered Brother John rebelliously； 〃if his own eyes were so dutifully lowered？〃
Brother Columbanus； at least； was standing as prescribed in the presence of females； with pale hands prayerfully folded； and lofty eyelids lowered； his gaze upon the grass。
〃And here es Cadwallon now；〃 said Father Huw。 〃These good brothers already know him； of course。 And his lady。 And his son Peredur。〃
So this young man； loping after his parents with the long； springy gait of a yearling roebuck； was the chosen husband for Sioned； the lad she liked well enough； and had known familiarly all her life； but was in no way inclined to marry。 It occurred to Cadfael that he had never asked how the groom felt about the situation； but it needed only a glimpse of Peredur's face when he caught sight of Sioned to settle the matter。 Here was a tangle。 The girl might have worn out in mere liking all her inclination to love； but the boy certainly had not。 At sight of her his face paled； and his eyes took fire。
The parents were ordinary enough； fortable people grown plump from placid living； and expecting things to go smoothly still as they always had。 Cadwallon had a round； fleshy； smiling face； and his wife was fat； fair and querulous。 The boy cast back to some more perilous ancestor。 The spring of his step was a joy to watch。 He was not above middle height； but so well…proportioned that he looked tall。 His dark hair was cut short； and curled crisply all over his head。 His chin was shaven clean； and all the bones of his face were as bold and elegant as his colouring was vivid； with russet brushings of sun on high cheekbones； and a red； audacious； self…willed mouth。 Such a young person might well find it hard to bear that another； and an alien at that； should be preferred to him。 He proclaimed in his every movement and glance that everything and everyone in his life had responded subserviently to his charm； until now。
At the right moment； when the church was full； Prior Robert； tall and imposing and carefully groomed； swept in through the tiny sacristy and took his place； and all the Shrewsbury brothers fell into line and followed on his heels。 The Mass began。
In the deliberations of the free assembly of the parish； of course； the women had no part。 Neither had the villeins； though they had their indirect influence through those of their friends who were free。 So while the free men lingered after the Mass； the rest dispersed； moving away with slow dignity； and not too far； just far enough to be discreetly out of sight and earshot； but handy to detect what was passing by instinct； and confirm it as soon as the meeting broke up。
The free men gathered in the open before the church。 The sun was already high； for it was little more than an hour to noon。 Father Huw stood up before the assembly； and gave them the gist of the matter； as it had been presented to him。 He was the father of this flock； and he owed his people truth； but he also owed his church fealty。 He told them what bishop and prince had answered to the request from
Shrewsbury； reverently presented； and with many proofs。 Which proofs he left to Robert to deliver。
The prior had never looked holier or more surely headed for sainthood himself。 He had always a sense of occasion； and beyond a doubt it had been his idea to hold the meeting here in the open； where the sun could gild and illuminate his other…worldly beauty。 It was Cadfael's detached opinion that he did himself more than justice； by being less overbearing than might have been expected。 Usually he overdid things； this time he got it right； or as right as something only equivocally right in itself can be got。
〃They're not happy！〃 whispered Brother John in Cadfael's ear； himself sounding far from sad about it。 There were times when even Brother John could be humanly smug。 And indeed； those Welsh faces ranged round them were singularly lacking in enthusiasm for all these English miracles performed by a Welsh saint。 Robert at his best was not exactly carrying his audience。
They swayed and murmured； and eyed one another； and again turned as one man to eye him。
〃If Owain ap Griffith wills it； and the bishop gives his blessing； too；〃 began Cadwallon hesitantly； 〃as loyal sons of the church； and true men of Gwynedd； we can hardly。。。〃
〃Both prince and bishop have blessed our errand；〃 said the prior loftily。
〃But the girl is here； in Gwytherin；〃 said Rhisiart abruptly。 He had the voice that might have been expected from him； large； melodious and deep； a voice that sang what it felt； and waited for thought afterwards； to find that the thought had been there already in the feeling。 〃Ours； not Bishop David's！ Not Owain ap Griffith's！ She lived out her life here； and never said a word about wanting to leave us。 Am I to believe easily that she wants to leave us now； after so long？ Why has she never told us？ Why？〃
〃She has made it clear to us；〃 said the prior； 〃by many manifestations； as I have told you。〃
〃But never a word to us；〃 cried Rhisiart； roused。 〃Do you call that courtesy？ Are we to believe that； of a virgin who chose to make her home here among us？〃
They were with him； his assurance had fired their smouldering reluctance。 They cried out from a dozen directions at once that Saint Winifred belonged to Gwytherin； and to no other place。
〃Do you dare tell me；〃 said Prior Robert； high and clear； 〃that you have visited her？ That you have mitted your prayers to her？ That you have invoked the aid of this blessed virgin； and given her the honour that is her due？ Do you know of any reason why she should desire to remain here among you？ Have you not neglected even her grave？〃
〃And if we have；〃 said Rhisiart with blithe conviction； 〃do you suppose the girl wonders at it？ You have not lived here among us。 She did。 You are English； she was Welsh； she knew us； and was never so moved against us that she withdrew or plained。 We know she is there； no need to exclaim or make any great outcry。 If we have needs； she knows it； and never asks that we should e with prayers and tears； knocking our knees on the ground before her。 If she grudged a few brambles and weeds； she would have found a means to tell us。 Us； not some distant Benedictine house in England！〃
Throats were opening joyfully； shouting where they had muttered。 The man was a poet and a preacher； match for any Englishman。 Brother Cadfael let loose his bardic blood； and rejoiced silently。 Not even because it was Prior Robert recoiling into marble rage under Welsh siege。 Only because it was a Welsh voice that cried battle。
〃And do you deny；〃 thundered Robert； stretching his ascetic length to its loftiest； 〃the truth of those omens and miracles I have declared to you； the beckoning that led us here？〃
〃No！〃 said Rhisiart roundly。 〃I never doubted you believed and had experienced these portents。 But portents can arise； miracles can be delivered； either from angels or devils。 If these are from heaven； why have we not been instructed？ The little saint is here； not in England。 She owes us the courte
