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(BELL CHIMING)

# Veni Sancte Spiritus

# Mentes tuorum visita

# Amen #

(VOICES IN DISTANCE)

(VOICES GET CLOSER)

Get on, Roger! Start unloading the food.

Yes, Master Thomas.

Well, my dear, we're here.

What's this?

..for the abbey.

Tolls for the abbey!

Are you with us, Master Cobbler?

Yes, certainly. Phillip!

Tolls...

Master Glover.

If you want to trade, you must pay a toll to the abbey.

Tell him, Master Cobbler! It's not right!

Calm yourselves!

Do you want Abbot Radulfus to think we have no manners?

Well?

What do you have to ask that will not wait until a reasonable hour?

Abbot Radulfus... forgive this intrusion.

We, as merchants of Shrewsbury, want to discuss terms.

Terms, Master Cobbler?

Yes. As you know, St Peter's Fair starts tomorrow.

Traders are arriving even now.

For those three days, the busiest of the year,

all the town's shops, our shops, must remain closed!

That is so.

We cannot levy our usual charge on incoming goods.

And all Fair tolls go to you!

The Royal Charter terms have been long known to you.

I cannot change them.

Last summer, King Stephen laid siege to our town.

Repairing the damage cost us dear. Did Mother Church help us? No!

The town sided with Empress Maud. It must bear the cost.

Worldly matters do not concern us.

It's worldly to collect Fair revenue!

Forgive my son, Friar.

Father?

Brother Cadfael, you wish to speak?

Yes, Father. Since we benefit from the protection the town affords,

we should bear a part in maintaining its defences.

We demand a tenth of the tolls!

A cobbler's son demands nothing!

It is the King's will

set down in this Charter that all Fair tolls come to this house!

Your greed shames the name of Christ!

What you refuse to give shall be taken from you!

And you will profit nothing!

Take your troubles to the Abbot (!)

We pay rent and tolls to the abbey, but it denies any aid to the town.

If the abbey turns a cold eye on the town, should you side with them?

Either give us a tenth of the dues or suffer the consequences.

You threaten us? Honest men making an honest living!

Get on, before you take a beating.

Let's see what song you sing when your wine is turned to water!

Master!

Go on, Thomas, break the beggar's nose!

Enough! Stand off!

Enough!

No! No more violence!

Thank you, Brother (!)

Leave them be! You've done enough!

Indeed?!

Uncle!

No!

How dare you strike my uncle!

Unhand her, sir! Unhand her! Yes!

I...I yield!

I yield!

Teach your uncle some manners, girl.

Take care, Master Wine Merchant.

It's Beringar's men! It's Beringar!

Good night, Mistress.

Come on, Falconer.

Sleep well, my lord.

Father Abbot.

There's no denying it!

You were seen brawling and fighting!

What do you have to say? Do you deny it?

Best come to Father Abbot.

I think you had best consider the whole tale!

This brother prevented serious disorder by the river.

Anyone who says otherwise lies!

Who, may I ask, are you?

Ivo Corbiere, nephew to the Earl of Chester.

And, by the abbot's leave, guest of your house.

My bowman and falconer are in the courtyard.

They are weary from their journey and would like some food.

If you would, show them to the stables.

It is an odd monk who handles a quarterstaff like a born soldier.

Where did you serve?

In the Holy Land, long ago.

I fought before The Cross. From crusade to cloister.

Now I tend the herbarium and minister to the sick.

After such adventures!

I am content. What brings you to Shrewsbury?

Your Fair. My family holds the manor at Stanton.

Disused these last 10 years, it is in disrepair.

I'm here to restock the cellars and kitchen.

Great pity you crossed swords with a wine merchant!

But there are others.

Not with so pretty a niece.

She has an uncommon beauty, has she not?

Indeed. And an uncommon ill-tempered uncle too!

Good night, my lord.

Oh, Oswin!

Look at my ulcer balm. Almost burned dry!

I thought you were meant to watch it for me! I did! I was!

Oh! I'm sorry, Brother.

I'll start afresh.

My lord Beringar?

Fine beginning, Cadfael, and the Fair not begun!

Well, clear skies follow storms.

You believe that no more than I do.

No. Two halves of a broken land made one by our Fair.

It'll take more than trade to make them set aside their differences.

Not until you've done the angelica water!

I didn't expect you tonight.

I thought you'd be busy for hours.

It's quiet...for now. We caught the troublemakers except the cobbler's son, the ringleader.

No, no. A hot-headed lad

with a just complaint.

But he's no ringleader, no real harm.

If anyone is out after curfew without good reason... they'll be arrested.

As under-sheriff of Shropshire, I'll keep the King's peace!

You are the King's man!

That was your choice.

I chose order over chaos.

You turned your back on the world I still live in, so don't judge!

Well, Oswin, I think we must get to compline.

Cadfael, forgive me. My words were ill-chosen.

Hugh, old friends need not ask forgiveness.

Your mind is much troubled.

You there!

What's your name? Glover - of Shotwick.

What keeps you abroad after curfew?

A man's business, if you follow me.

I've come from the stew house.

Perhaps you know it (!)

Get to your bed.

Sergeant Warden.

Is he dead?

Dead drunk! Help me lift him.

Get away from me! Get away!

Wait till Uncle gets home, he'll have your hide for this! Get out!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Benedictus, benedicator in Dei festivale!

Trade in peace!

Let no further trouble mar the festivities.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

(SCREAMS)

Aaaaagh!

He's in the water. He's dead!

HELP! Uncle!

Aaaagh!

Come on, everybody, stay back!

Let's get him out.

No rings. No clothes. It must have been robbery.

Be wary of "musts". Nothing is certain.

His condition tells us nothing. The river's cleaned him.

Then we must make do. A single wound.

A thin-bladed knife.

His back is all torn and scratched.

Here's a thorn. He was dragged along the ground.

Help me to turn him.

This death casts a shadow on our house and on our Fair.

Father, surely he was taken by footpads.

Do footpads commonly cut out their victim's tongue?

Such cruelty comes from more than greed.

Then why was he killed?

A reputed tradesman of Bristol. Maybe he had enemies.

At great Fairs, enemies come together.

Souls are here in thousands!

To question them all would disrupt the Fair beyond measure!

In three days, all will go. Guilty AND innocent.

Nothing says the villains haven't left already.

Nor that they have.

Brother Cadfael, I charge you to act for our house in the matter.

I shall trust your report.

Assist Lord Beringar. Father Abbot -

Yesterday the townsmen asked the impossible. Today a man is dead.

If he died as a result of my action, I must know it.

Mistress Vernold, why didn't you report your uncle missing?

I didn't know he WAS missing.

He was fond of his drink and often stayed away. I wasn't worried for him.

Mistress, is it true? Is Master Thomas murdered? Emma?

Get away.

Get away from me!

Come away. She must rest.

Oswin, stay by Mistress Vernold.

When did you last see your master?

Yesterday evening. Once his booth was stocked, he left.

At what hour? Just before compline bell.

Which way did he go?

Why? The villains by the river took his life.

Your townsfolk!

Where did you go later, Phillip?

The wine merchant cracked me so, I don't know where I was.

He was in bed before compline bell.

My men patrolled the Fair all afternoon till long past curfew.

How was it no-one saw you? I don't know.

Were you by the Fair at all?

No.

You remember that.

Yesterday at the riverside, you had your workblade.

Where is it now?

Perhaps I dropped it in the fight.

Perhaps you did.

'Well, is he lying?'

Oh, certainly. But I can't believe him capable of such butchery.

You mean the tongue?

Such a vile deed could only spring from bitter, long-standing hatred.

Phillip only met him yesterday!

Whoever murdered Thomas wanted the world to see the horror of his act.

You think it was a sort of message? Or a warning.

Maybe his tongue had lent itself to insults once too often.

We must question anyone who saw Phillip last night.

We found him two hours past compline, m'lord.

Dead to the world on drink!

Stench is on him still. Smells like Geneva liquor.

Fowler, I told you to stay within the abbey precinct!

Lord Corbiere, this man is yours?

My uncle, the Earl of Chester, gifted him to me for this journey.

Some gift you are!

It was a long ride, my lord. My throat was dry from the road.

Where did you go?

Tavern in the abbey foregate.

How long did you spend there?

When we found him, he was damp from the night air.

He'd been there for hours, from the state of him!

Incapable of anything!

Why did you leave the tavern?

To finish my liquor in peace. Why such interest in me?

A man has been murdered!

Answer directly, or you may yourself be suspect!

Me?

I've done nothing!

Murder, my lord? Who is murdered?

The wine merchant, Master Thomas.

The wine merchant!

I thought the boy was talking violence through ale.

Which boy?

My lord, I did nothing!

A witness says you were in Wat's Tavern, threatening to settle with Master Thomas that night.

What witness? As God sees me, I did him no harm! You must believe me!

Take him!

Is it certain this boy killed Uncle?

His grievance may make him a murderer but not a thief as well.

But murder by mishap could be dressed as robbery.

Come and stay at the abbey. You shouldn't be alone with your men.

They're Uncle's servants. But they ARE men.

They can sleep at the booth. You'd be unguarded!

I am in no danger!

You have been kind and I am grateful.

But you may not tell me what to do. You are not my uncle!

No...but I AM your friend.

Then stand by me. There is so much to face, I fear my heart will break.

I will keep the booth open

and do as uncle would have done. For his sake.

Roger?

What happened, then? They stole Thomas's strongbox.

What was in this strongbox?

Nothing. I took yesterday's money to the caravan.

And how many attacked you? Three or four.

Oh? You just said two or three.

There was two, eh, Warrin?

I think. Maybe more. When I came to, they'd gone.

I found him gagged and bound, otherwise he'd have cried for help.

I would, aye, course I would.

At what hour was this?

Past midnight. I heard the matins bell. If only I'd stayed awake!

Then you might have been killed.

Be thankful nothing was lost of any value, such as a life!

Master Bellcott is very cheerful for a coffinmaker.

He also makes cribs!

Father Cadfael, Uncle died without absolution.

So do many. Don't fret.

Penitence is in the heart, not the word spoken.

God does not need gesture or word.

Mistress! Booth robbed, now the caravan!

Booth robbed!

Master's strongbox was stolen. I should've been there.

Why weren't you?

I was keeping an eye on Mistress.

Yesterday's money, praise God!

Has anything been taken?

No, nothing.

How can you be so sure?

Search, before we report it to Beringar.

Report it? There's no harm.

Master killed, the booth robbed and now this!

It was a common thief.

A common thief?!

(COINS RATTLE) Who steals nothing?

Some small things were stolen that I would not miss.

A girdle with a gold clasp, and a silver chain.

And the glove.

Yes, a glove was taken. Just one?

We can find a one-armed thief!

In his haste to leave, he dropped this one.

Well, he had the wit to take only trifles

that fit into sleeve or pouch.

Some chance thief. Not so soon after the booth robbery.

This weakens your case against the cobbler's son.

How's that?

It's hard to rob booth and caravan while locked in the castle!

He's being held only for the murder.

So the three crimes are separate?

I am the law. I must consider the good of the many.

If I free him, God knows what the consequences might be!

Then prove Phillip's innocence, beyond doubt.

How? I have neither men nor time.

Nor will!

I have a Fair to control!

Is this your order?

Taking any suspect, guilty or innocent? What about justice?

Or should we not expect justice from a king's man?

For such treason, men go to the dungeon!

Do not presume on our friendship, Cadfael!

As you wish.

Of course you must stay, Mistress. Your uncle paid his toll.

We have an obligation.

You are very kind, Brother Jerome.

If you require anything else,

Brother Hospitaller will be pleased to help.

(CHATTER)

(BEAR GROWLS)

Love stars, touchstones, wart cures!

A mirror in which you may see your true love's face!

Talismen to ward off curses!

Love charms!

A piece of the true Cross for you, Brother?

Not today, thank you!

Master Warrin? Yes, that's me.

I'm Brother Cadfael, abbey herbalist.

I've come to take a look at your head.

Don't trouble yourself, Brother. I'm well.

You're manning the booth alone?

Roger's away to get stock.

And no doubt to comfort his mistress. He seems a devoted servant.

He follows her as if shielding a candle from a gale, but she leads him on.

And did that please your master?

The boy who killed the master is a townsman of yours.

If you're here to shift the blame -

I'm here merely to examine your head!

I'd need it examined if I couldn't see through you!

You'll get no help from me.

Fine piece of stitching there.

Has Brother Cadfael set you to watch over me?

All my chores are taken care of.

If my patients want me, they know where I am.

I'll walk by the foregate later to see the Fair.

You need not trouble yourself.

I am at your disposal, Mistress.

I mean to replace the gloves I lost.

There's a glover at the Fair.

It'll be tiresome for you. Not at all!

Such a fine day should not be spent indoors.

And...I like gloves.

Roger, were you fond of your master?

I was.

And of his niece? No more than is proper!

No, of course not!

I meant only in the proper sense. You're no idiot.

I pity the fool that falls for her.

What a spoiled, vain creature.

Enough! You've no cause to say that.

Do you care? She's a fickle, faithless, shrewish brat!

Don't speak of Emma like that!

Emma, is it?

And she means nothing to you?

She's everything, and you know it! I'd die for her!

No doubt of it.

Would you also KILL for her?

Sausages! Real meat sausages in a bun!

Buy my pies! Best eaten hot - they're lovely!

(TRADERS ADVERTISE THEIR WARES)

Live eels from the local river!

Love charms, potions...

Look, Brother Oswin. That man eats fire, yet does not burn!

No, Mistress, do not look. It is black deviltry!

Love potions, Mistress, charms.

I have elixirs here to sustain a man from dusk to dawn!

How useful! I often have to stay up to work.

Will it keep me awake? It'll keep you up all right (!)

Do you drink it?

You can, but it's meant as a lotion, master. One of my most popular.

A farthing is all I ask for these wonders.

Alas, I have no money.

Something for you, Mistress.

Polished brass to see the face of your true love reflected.

To you, three farthings.

Here.

I'll take the brass and the elixir.

Potions, love potions...

Thank you, Mistress.

Such a smell would keep anyone up, Mistress.

Mistress?

Mistress!

Master Glover?

Not now! Tomorrow. Come before opening. Go!

Mistress Vernold! Mistress?

Mistress Vernold!

Mistress!

Good day, Master Glover.

Morning.

(TUTS)

Hm!

No! NO!

No!

No!

What shall I do with you, vermin?

My lord, I meant no harm.

There you are, Mistress! Where did you get to?

I went to the glover's stall, but...

Where've you been?

She's come to no harm, I assure you.

But be careful with your charge.

Fairs can prove...dangerous places.

They're pinching still, are they?

I have the very remedy for shoes that pinch.

Prayers, Master Baker. Written down and blessed by Father Adam at Holy Cross.

Put one in each shoe.

How much?

To a good customer-friend, an extra loaf or two.

Father Adam's shoe prayers! Just so, Brother.

A squeeze of onion juice applied to the sole and heel

will often work miracles.

Truly, Brother, thank you.

We're not trading.

I've enough trouble already.

Master Cobbler, I do not believe your son killed Master Thomas.

But neither do I believe that he came home that night.

If I can find out where he went after the tavern,

I might be able to PROVE him innocent.

Do you know where he went?

No, Brother, I don't.

So he wasn't home! You should not have lied.

If the Abbot had granted our request,

there'd be no fighting or killing.

Are you saying...

You believe Phillip is guilty?

I...I don't know.

I don't know and it hurts.

In drink, with a grievance, I cannot say what he might do.

But I'm his father. I must stick by him.

Can't say I saw Phillip leave, Brother, I was so busy.

Folks come and go.

But he was gone by compline bell. Was he drunk?

I've never seen a fellow down so much!

A man called Fowler, a servant to an abbey guest,

says Phillip was yelling vengeance.

A stranger has no cause to give false witness.

I wouldn't doubt it. But this Fowler would've been drunk too.

On Geneva liquor, by the smell.

Geneva liquor? I remember him!

I warned him off, but to no avail.

He had a quart bottle.

Maybe he was exaggerating, then?

No, Phillip weren't himself.

I've never seen him so fired up.

Well, thank you for your help.

Will you not stop for a drink, Brother?

Thank you, Master Wat, no.

I have some berries to gather.

I thought you had a Fair to run!

I have a murder suspect! But I need evidence,

like where the body went into the river. What do YOU have?

Thomas's gown. I saw him wearing it myself. A tear.

It fits the knife wound exactly.

No thief discards so fine a garment.

The cloth is very valuable.

You know it proves Phillip's guilt. If it wasn't thieves...

No. What about the mutilations?

Cutting out a tongue is far beyond Phillip.

Tell me why he came so far out, unless forced here by Phillip.

He came to meet someone he didn't want to be seen with.

This person may have quit the shire.

What about the strongbox, the robbery in the caravan?

No. Whoever this is is still here, close at hand.

Among your several thousand souls there is a murderer!

I'm afraid, unless we catch him,

he will kill again.

Cover him now.

Fine craftsmanship, Master Glover.

Do you want something, Brother? I'm very busy!

I've come to seek your counsel on a PROFESSIONAL matter.

It's a business of some delicacy.

How large these places appear from inside!

But size can be deceptive.

You said you wanted my advice.

So I did.

This is one of a pair of gloves,

given as a gift to a young woman I know.

Do you recognise the craftsmanship? It's none of mine.

Oh, no, I wouldn't for one moment think it was!

It's very shoddy work, very poor stitching.

I don't know it's so bad!

No? Well, you know more about these things than I do.

This young lady is very fond of these gloves,

but she's lost the other one.

Could you make a replacement?

I could try, I suppose.

The only problem is that she has such delicate hands,

much smaller than my fingers, and yet...

There you are, you see.

I wonder if the person who gave her these gloves got the size wrong.

Come inside.

Do you play games with me? No. I was never more serious.

You were seen abroad AFTER curfew, the night of Thomas's murder.

What of it? I had to meet a woman. A stallholder's wife.

We're old friends, since before she married. Understand?

Can anyone vouch for you? She can.

But if I tell you her name, I'll ruin her reputation!

No-one saw you together? We're very careful.

For laying plots and for secret meetings,

there's nowhere so solitary as a crowded marketplace (!)

You left this glove in Thomas's caravan.

I did no such thing! Why?

What are you accusing me of?

Mistress Vernold visited you today.

What is your business with her?

Answer me or Beringar, your choice!

If he set any store by your fancies, HE'D be here.

Now get out!

When will your uncle be taken back to Bristol?

Tomorrow after the Fair closes. And you will not go too?

No. My uncle's journeyman, Roger, likes me too well.

But you do not care for him?

No.

It must be hard on him.

Torn between loyalty to your uncle and his feelings for you.

Would your uncle have entertained such a match?

No, never.

What will you do now?

I'll stay until there is a party riding to Bristol including women.

If there is anything I can do,

to ease your burden, you let me know of it.

Why should you help me?

You've kept your distance until now.

You've been well-friended.

I had no right, after the start with your uncle.

Had I seen you first, I'd never have struck him, but I threw a punch

and, as you saw today, I'm quick to a fight. That's all I know.

You did right by me at the Fair.

That settled any score.

Come, then,

let me take you away from this place of shadows and death.

Walk with me, for an hour in the sun.

Oswin tells me you visited the Fair today.

To see the glover.

I thought to get a match for my stolen glove.

It would be hard to find a match

when the remaining glove is in my keeping.

I saw and spoke with the glover myself, on your behalf.

That was very good of you.

There was only one problem...

The size of the glove!

Much too large for a girl's hand.

You answered me too quickly, child, back in the caravan.

"Nothing's been taken," you said.

Only when I insisted Beringar be informed,

did you invent other fancies. I don't know what you mean, Brother.

"Nothing's been taken," that was the truth. Nothing HAD been taken.

It seemed there'd been a robbery, yet you KNEW nothing had been taken.

Nonsense! How could I be sure?

Because you knew what was being sought, where it was, AND you knew it was safe.

You are mistaken.

The glover searched your caravan and left this behind as a signpost,

so that you should know where to come.

I will do all as my uncle would have wanted it.

Would he have wanted you to die, child?

Whatever you're keeping safe,

the hunt for it cost your uncle his life!

I will do all as he would have wanted it!

My only concern is for your safety.

If this thing is for the glover,

let ME take it to him and remove you from further danger!

There is no thing, Brother!

Why won't you let me help you?

I can trust no-one.

I beg of you, Brother, do not betray me!

SINGLE VOICE CHANTS: # Pater et Filius et Spiritus Sanctus

ALL: # Amen #

Mistress, is that you?

Who's that?

Who is it?

A gentle gift.

It didn't fall when our daughter brought it?

I'm sure.

The coffin is as it was left?

Yes, but the coffin's been opened, searched and closed again.

This is vile! You cannot name the man who would do this?

No, Father, not yet.

Did our disagreement with the townsmen prompt the death?

On that account you may set your mind at rest.

No, Father, behind these events, there's some dark purpose,

some malign intelligence.

We're in the presence of great evil.

I can feel it, reaching out to touch Mistress Vernold.

We must do everything in our power to protect her.

(COCK CROWS)

Where are you going at this hour, Brother? You know, it is forbidden to leave the enclave.

Brother Oswin has been spying on that girl!

You don't understand!

I knew she'd disrupt this house but Cadfael insisted.

Has she led you into temptation? No!

So why follow her?

Are you vexed by thoughts of her? Thoughts?

Sinful thoughts!

No! I sought only to look out for her, to protect her!

She's gone, Brother! I tried to follow - Mistress Vernold?!

Did you know he's been following this woman?

Yes, at my instruction. At your instruction!

You encouraged Oswin in this shameful practice?

To what end?

She is in danger! I set him to watch her.

On whose authority?

Father Abbot's! He entrusted the girl to my care.

Now when danger presses, you let her slip through our grasp! Come, Oswin.

His eyes!

Oh, God help me, his eyes!

Get her out. Oswin, get her out!

This crime can't be blamed on the cobbler's son.

The door was not forced.

No, he was expecting someone.

But, like Thomas, not the someone who came.

Cadfael, what aren't you telling me?

Nothing.

Let's see if the poor wretch can tell us anything new.

That looks like a right-handed blow to his temple,

presumably dealt as he opened the door and meant to stun him.

His neck's broken.

Perhaps we should've found him bound but alive if he hadn't fought back.

His ears, his eyes have been put out.

This was like Thomas, this was meant.

He's a man of his hands.

He's marked somebody for us.

Much of a scratch, would you guess?

Likely little more than a graze, but it'll be visible.

If we knew where to look.

Emma, you HAVE done right by your uncle. But the Fair ends today.

You must leave this place soon, before any -

I may stay longer. The servants will take the caravan back to Bristol.

You need not be troubled for me.

I am in the best and kindest hands.

Mistress, your bath is prepared.

The warmth will revive you from the shock.

I'll take my leave.

Find me later.

I had news that will bring you home safer and sooner than you expected.

Brother Hospitaller, where are the drying cloths?

Mistress won't dry on the breeze! I shall fetch them.

Oswin...

I've finished the ulcer balm and the poppy heads.

And the angelica water? It was ready, but I had a patient.

Oh, you had a patient (?) Simple enough case.

Did he survive your treatment (?) Now you're making fun of me!

Never! Tell me about this curative miracle you wrought.

It was a gashed arm, so I dressed it with goosegrass unguent.

It's very good for cuts. Do you tell me!

Otherwise, it's been quiet.

And Mistress Vernold? She is with Lord Corbiere.

Oswin...

This gashed arm...

Could it have been done with a knife?

No, Brother. It was done by the claws of his falcon.

My Lord Corbiere.

Where was your falconer the night Master Thomas died?

To my knowledge, within the abbey.

And last night?

He went out. A girl he met at the Fair.

Where is he now? Why your interest in my falconer?

Where is he?

(DOOR LATCH UNLOCKS)

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

Please lay the clothes on the side.

What is this?

Aaaghh!

Help!

Stop! Falconer!

Fowler, bring him down!

Give it to me!

He didn't need to be killed.

As my servant, I had high justice over him. He'd forfeited life.

We've seen his wound was not from his falcon, but a dagger.

I found these. They're from the glover's booth.

They're new, and beyond his purse. The shire's been saved a hanging.

What if he had accomplices?

He can never now name them. Accomplices?

We have two murders to solve.

He did them both!

No, Lord Corbiere says he was in the abbey when Thomas died.

I think. He might have slipped out.

If he's the killer, what did he do with Thomas's rings?

In the river? Sold on...?

You're satisfied Fowler, my bowman, had no part?

He has not been outside the abbey since all this.

Glover was abroad when Thomas was killed?

That's right, my lord.

Maybe he and Falconer were in league and disagreed over their spoils.

A falling out of thieves! Makes sense.

You still have a prisoner! The cobbler's son.

If you're convinced Falconer is the murderer, you must release him!

My Lord Beringar!

Is it certain this man was guilty?

He had articles from the glover's.

Then, although harsh, it was justice.

You are not satisfied?

That he killed the glover? Yes.

But Master Thomas... Where are his rings?

If two are guilty and ONE bears the blame,

is that justice?

Does Beringar know your reservations?

Yes. He does not share my opinion.

The Fair is over, the traders are leaving.

It may be God's will that this matter is taken out of our hands.

Continue your vigil till the end of the day.

After that, others elsewhere must take up the burden.

Thank you, Father.

Something wrong, Oswin?

Why mend a man if he's to be broken a few hours past mending?

Death falls upon the innocent AND guilty. It's with us, always.

Never let that shake your faith in the hereafter.

There is no arrow cleaves the soul.

What is this terrible smell?

It's my potion. What potion?

Mistress bought it at the Fair from an old dame.

It sustains men from dusk till dawn.

I broke the bottle as I opened it. My habit reeks of it.

It's belladonna I can smell.

And, if I'm not mistaken...

monkshood. Oswin, you didn't take any?

No, Brother.

Praise God! I thought for a moment you'd drunk it!

(I thought you'd drunk it.)

When you found Fowler here drunk, the night of the murder,

was his flask of Geneva liquor about? No.

You didn't confiscate it? No.

We'd have taken it back to the tavern and got a farthing for it.

But it wasn't here. He'd drunk it.

Oh, no, he hadn't.

I stooped over him and pulled the cloak off his face.

His breath was foul!

Didn't that smell come from under his cloak?

The liquor was meant for his OUTSIDE, not his inside.

Hugh, do you remember Fowler's reason for leaving the tavern?

To finish his drink in peace.

So where is his flask?

A quart of Geneva liquor would kill a man!

Surely he'd have drunk his fill and kept the rest to finish later.

Master Carter.

Didn't I see you at the tavern yesterday, returning discards?

Aye, and a tidy sum I got.

Was there a quart flask among your findings?

Aye, the only one we found.

What did it hold?

It was empty. But from the smell, it had held Geneva liquor.

Where was it? At the Fair?

No, Brother, not here.

We found it in the rushes

the morning the Fair opened.

Fowler was here? Who would suspect him?

He was drunk, incapable of murder!

He reeked of liquor from bathing in it, not drinking it. He was sober.

Why would Fowler harm Master Thomas?

Hugh said it all along - it was plunder.

I was right? In a sense, yes.

But this was no attack for random gain.

I believe Master Thomas came to Shrewsbury on a mission.

A mission?

Yes, I think he brought with him something of considerable value.

Maybe a map or plan to deliver to another agent of his cause.

Do you say, Cadfael, that Thomas was a spy?

Is that so surprising?

In a land torn by civil war!

Our Fairs are a battleground for rivals.

One side, desperate to protect the item,

and the other stopping at nothing to obtain it.

What do you think happened?

I think...Master Thomas, on that first night,

came to this remote spot,

to find a quiet place to hand over this secret to his contact.

But the enemy were waiting.

Fowler had followed him.

And Thomas's tongue, lent so readily to secrets, was silenced forever.

So Thomas's death should've been the end?

No doubt it would have been.

But the murder was in vain, since Thomas didn't have the thing on him.

So they stripped him to look for it!

Yes, the search continued.

To his booth, even his coffin!

And the caravan. No, not the caravan.

That was Thomas's contact, not his enemy. His contact?

Once Thomas was dead, the contact hoped the item was still safe,

and that someone close to Thomas knew where it was and what to do with it.

So the glover went to the caravan and left a clue to his identity, a single glove.

Glover was Master Thomas's contact?

Yes. Having searched the coffin in vain,

the enemies realised someone had managed to deliver the item to Glover.

So, Glover paid with his life too.

But Falconer killed Glover, not Fowler. Both of them?

Exactly.

By operating separately for the same purpose they threw us off the scent.

How could they have done all that and yet their lord suspect nothing?

Did I say that?

Whose orders were they following, if not Corbiere's?

But he's...

The King's man, yes.

He killed Falconer.

Glover's dagger marked Falconer. He'd have soon revealed all.

A dangerous mouth, closed at no cost.

What IS this thing so many have died for?

That I do not know.

But you know where it is?

Yes, it's where it's always been.

In Emma's keeping.

Lord Corbiere? He left for his manor an hour since.

Then perhaps we got it wrong.

Mistress Vernold is still here?

She left with Corbiere.

You let her go? Wasn't she to wait for a party including women?

Corbiere is taking his sister from his manor to a convent by Bristol.

Mistress Vernold will go with them.

She's gone with him alone?

Of course not! Brother Jerome has gone as far as the manor.

Brother! My lord!

Praise heaven you've come!

What's happened?

I dismounted my horse to make water and rogues attacked me.

Mistress Vernold?

Lord Corbiere got her away to safety.

No, don't leave me!

Someone cut him down!

We can't find it, my lord.

Very well. Take what you will.

Come on! It's ours!

You locked the door.

For your safety.

Why are people searching my things?

They're repacking them for the journey.

That's kind. I'm eager to meet your sister.

Emma, the game is over. What?

A fine performance, played to the very end.

Give it to me freely and you'll not be harmed. I do advise it.

I don't know what you want.

The letter from Empress Maud to my uncle, the Earl of Chester,

the one Thomas should have delivered to Glover, my uncle's eyes and ears.

But eyes and ears no longer, alas.

I don't know what you mean.

For its worth, I admire you, but I shall not let that stand in my way!

But I don't have it!

It is not in your baggage nor anywhere else,

so it is here, on your person.

You promised you would conduct me to Bristol.

Will you do so? When you give me what I want.

If I had it, would I refuse it to you when I'm in your power?

Why does it matter so much?

What can be in a mere letter?

Life and death.

You have failed, as did your pompous uncle. Give it to me!

Or have it taken from you by force!

That you will pay for!

Take them! Take them!

(CONFUSED SHOUTING)

Stand! One step further and I fire.

You have only one bolt and there are two of us.

Well done, Cadfael. I'll deal with him!

(SCREAMING)

Where is it, girl? Where have you hidden it?

AAAHHHH! Give it to me!

Give me the letter!

What have you done with it?

Leave her be! I have it.

Here.

Give it to me.

Give it to me! No.

Stand off!

Hugh!

Do nothing in haste.

I am on your side.

I am for the King.

Brother Cadfael holds in his hands a list of the King's traitors.

Empress Maud has been courting my uncle, the Earl of Chester, for support.

The fool wanted proof he wasn't the only rebel baron who'd turn to the Empress.

A simple list of names.

Hugh, what will the King not give us for such a list?

Give it to me.

And condemn how many more to certain death?

That I cannot do! Then die!

Cadfael.

The list, if you please!

Cadfael!

Will you kill ME for it?

Some days ago you made a request which I could not meet.

The Fair is now over.

As Abbot, I must determine what use should be made of these monies.

What I could not grant away in imperilment of the Charter,

I can give freely as a gift from this House.

Of the fruits of this year's Fair, I give a tenth to Shrewsbury town.

This chapter is concluded.

(LAUGHTER)

You've come to take her.

I've soothed her as best I can.

She's ready to face your rope.

What else can I do? She's a traitor to the Crown!

Then arrest yourself on that charge!

That list was yours for the taking.

All you had to do was kill me.

Your duty to the King demanded no less!

And yet you could not.

You're my friend, Cadfael.

And Thomas was her uncle.

She loved him. She didn't know what was in the letter.

She knew only that he had made an undertaking

and tried her best to see it through.

She acted out of love.

As you did.

The King will not like my choice.

Our friendship over my duty to the Crown.

Then he is King in name only

and not worthy of your loyalty.

If I made such a choice

in all conscience and out of love...

..I trust my King would forgive me.

Because he knows that, in the final reckoning,

we're all of us traitors.

To our heart.

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