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g eyes of the young person in green； and Griffith did not miss it。 But to challenge it would have been folly。 The clear brown eyes would have opened wide enough and deep enough to drown a man in their innocence。 〃We'd best leave them in peace to mend their broken mangers and broken heads；〃 said Griffith； 〃and look elsewhere for our fugitive。〃
〃The wretch pounds his offences；〃 said Robert； furious。 〃But I cannot allow his villainy to disrupt my mission。 I must set out for home tomorrow； and leave his capture to you。〃
〃You may trust me to deal properly with him；〃 said Griffith drily； 〃when he is found。〃 If he laid the slightest of emphasis on the 〃when〃； no one appeared to remark it but Cadfael and Annest。 By this time Annest was quite satisfied that she liked this princely official； and could trust him to behave like a reasonable man who is not looking for trouble； or trying to make it for others as harmless as himself。
〃And you will restore him to our house when he has purged his offences under Welsh law？〃
〃When he has done so；〃 said Griffith； decidedly with some stress this time on the 〃when〃； 〃you shall certainly have him back。〃
With that Prior Robert had to be content； though his Norman spirit burned at being deprived of its rightful victim。 And on the ride back he was by no means placated by Griffith's tales of the large numbers of fugitive outlaws who had found no difficulty in living wild in these forests； and even made friends among the country people； and been accepted into families； and even into respectability at last。 It galled his orderly mind to think of insubordination mellowing with time and being tolerated and condoned。 He was in no very Christian mood when he swept into Father Huw's church； only just in time for pline。
They were all there but Brother John； the remaining five brethren from Shrewsbury and a good number of the people of Gwytherin； to witness the last flowering of Brother Columbanus' devotional gift of ecstasy； now dedicated entirely to Saint Winifred； his personal patroness who had healed him of madness； favoured him with her true presence in a dream； and made known her will through him in the matter of Rhisiart's burial。 For at the end of pline； rising to go to his self…chosen vigil； Columbanus turned to the altar； raised his arms in a sweeping gesture； and prayed aloud in a high； clear voice that the virgin martyr would deign to visit him once more in his holy solitude； in the silence of the night； and reveal to him again the inexpressible bliss from which he had returned so reluctantly to this imperfect world。 And more； that this time； if she found him worthy of translation out of the body； she would take him up living into that world of light。 Humbly he submitted his will to endure here below； and do his duty in the estate assigned him； but rapturously he sent his desire soaring to the timber roof； to be uplifted out of the flesh； transported through death without dying； if he was counted ready for the assumption。
Everyone present heard； and trembled at such virtue。 Everyone but Brother Cadfael； who was past trembling at the arrogance of man； and whose mind； in any case； was busy and anxious with other； though related； matters。
Chapter Ten
Brother Columbanus entered the small； dark； woodscented chapel； heavy with the odours of centuries； and closed the door gently behind him； without latching it。 There were no candles lighted； tonight； only the small oil…lamp upon the altar； that burned with a tall； unwavering flame from its floating wick。 That slender； single turret of light cast still shadows all around； and being almost on a level with the bier of Saint Winifred； braced on trestles before it； made of it a black coffin shape； only touched here and there with sparkles of reflected silver。
Beyond the capsule of soft golden light all was darkness； perfumed with age and dust。 There was a second entrance； from the minute sacristy that was no more than a porch beside the altar； but no draught from that or any source caused the lamp…flame to waver even for an instant。 There might have been no storms of air or spirit； no winds； no breath of living creature； to disturb the stillness。
Brother Columbanus made his obeisance to the altar； briefly and almost curtly。 There was no one to see； he had e alone； and neither seen nor heard any sign of another living soul in the graveyard or the woods around。 He moved the second prayer…desk aside； and set the chosen one squarely in the centre of the chapel； facing the bier。 His behavior was markedly more practical and moderate than when there were people by to see him； but did not otherwise greatly differ。 He had e to watch out the night on his knees； and he was prepared to do so； but there was no need to labour his effects until morning； when his fellows would e to take Saint Winifred in reverent procession on the first stage of her journey。 Columbanus padded the prie…dieu for his knees with the bunched skirts of his habit； and made himself as fortable as possible with his gowned arms broadly folded as a pillow for his head。 The umber darkness was scented and heavy with the warmth of wood； and the night outside was not cold。 Once he had shut out the tiny； erect tower of light and the few bright surfaces from which it was reflected； the drowsiness he was inviting came stealing over him in long； lulling waves until it washed over his head； and he slept。
It seemed； after the fashion of sleep； no time at all before he was startled awake； but in fact it was more than three hours； and midnight was approaching； when his slumbers began to be strangely troubled with a persistent dream that someone； a woman； was calling him by name low and clearly； and over and over and over again： 〃Columbanus。。。。 Columbanus。。。〃 with inexhaustible and relentless patience。 And he was visited； even in sleep； by a sensation that this woman had all the time in the world； and was willing to go on calling for ever； while for him there was no time left at all； but he must awake and be rid of her。
He started up suddenly； stiff to the ends of fingers and toes； ears stretched and eyes staring wildly； but there was the enclosing capsule of mild darkness all about him as before； and the reliquary dark； too； darker than before； or so it seemed； as if the flame of the lamp； though steady； had subsided； and was now more than half hidden behind the coffin。 He had forgotten to check the oil。 Yet he knew it had been fully supplied when last he left it； after Rhisiart's burial； and that was only a matter of hours ago。
It seemed that all of his senses； hearing had been the last to return to him； for now he was aware； with a cold crawling of fear along his skin； that the voice of his dream was still with him； and had been with him all along； emerging from dream into reality without a break。 Very soft； very low； very deliberate； not a whisper； but the clear thread of a voice； at once distant and near； insisting unmistakably： 〃Columbanus。。。 Columbanus。。。 Columbanus； what have you done？〃
Out of the reliquary the voice came； out of the light that was dwindling even as he stared in terror and unbelief。
〃Columbanus； Columbanus； my false servant； who blasphemes against my will and murders my champions； what will you say in your defence to Winifred？ Do you think you can deceive me as you deceive your prior and your brothers？''
Without haste； without heat； the voice issued forth from the darkening apse of the altar； so small； so terrible； echoing eerily out of its sacred cave。
〃You who claim to be my worshipper； you have played me false like the vile Cradoc； do you think you will escape his end？ I never wished to leave my resting…place here in Gwytherin。 Who told you otherwise but your own devil of ambition？ I laid my hand upon a good man； and sent him out to be my champion； and this day he has been buried here； a martyr for my sake。 The sin is recorded in heaven； there is no hiding…place for you。 Why；〃 demanded the voice； cold； peremptory and menacing in its stillness； 〃have you killed my servant Rhisiart？〃
He tried to rise from his knees； and it was as if they were nailed to the wood of the prie…dieu。 He tried to find a voice； and only a dry croaking came out of