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(BELL CHIMING)

# Veni Sancte Spiritus

# O-oh, o-oh

# Mentes tuorum visita

# Amen #

(MOOING)

(CAWING)

Our help is in the name of the Lord.

Who made heaven and earth.

Cry out with joy to the Lord
all the earth.

Serve the Lord with gladness.

Come before Him singing with joy.

The Lord's is the earth
and its fullness.

Come, let us adore Him.

Almighty and everlasting God,

to Whose bounty
man owes his life on earth...

bless, we pray You, this plough.

May the virgin soil it turns
prove fruitful to our needs.

May the seed we sow
grow strong and firm,

that our bodies may be sustained
by its plenty

and our souls always reminded
of the miracle of Thy love.

Ruald?

Amen.

What is it?

Oh, I'm sorry, Brother.

I was thinking of my past,
when I was the potter.

It's been a year now.

Come! Come on!

# Miserere mei, Deus

# Secundum magnam misericordiam tuam

# Et secundum multitudinem
miserationum tuarum

# Dele iniquitatem meam

# Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea

# Et a peccato meo munda me #

(BELL CHIMES)

Found in the Potter's Field?

Yes.

But if burial
in such a place was unlawful,

it was, at least, reverent.

Who would bury a body
with such respect?

Her... Her hair.

It's still so dark.

Did not Brother Ruald's wife have a
mane of hair just as dark as this?

You are my husband, Ruald.

Does that mean nothing to you?

Everything.

But the test
is to give up what I value most.

God has called me.

God has called you?!

We were married in the presence
of God. Do you forget that? Does He?

Can God be so cruel?

You will be provided for.

Like a widow?

An old crone? A freak?

I won't be provided for!

She will not understand, Brother.

How can a man refuse God?

Oh, he cannot

if he is sure it is God's voice
calling...and not his own.

I'm a plain man, Brother.

I'm a potter
as you were once a soldier.

God speaks to plain men
as well as visionaries and saints.

He spoke to you and He speaks to me.

Yes, but Generys -

If Generys truly loved me

then she would accept God's will.

Father, I am aware of the doubts of
Brother Cadfael and Brother Prior.

But there is no question of Ruald's
vocation and there are precedents.

The earl, our founder, left his lady
and put on the habit before he died.

Only three days before he died.

And he had his wife's consent.

Ruald is free to choose his way.

But while he is alive,

the wife he leaves isn't free
to choose another husband.

And it must be said, Brother Jerome,
Ruald is no earl. He is a potter.

Do you not think that entry within
these walls is a grace beyond?

Do you mean beyond a potter's worth?

Forgive me, Brother Prior.

You have not forgotten St Illtyd,
asked by an angel to leave his wife.

Do not quote the saints at me,
Brother.

But it is a holy precedent,

one which puts our duty to women
in its proper light.

Ruald is a good and honest man.

And his chosen path is painful
to him, a true sacrifice.

He will be an asset to our house.

See to it.

I will, my Lord.
Brother Cadfael, welcome.

Brother Cadfael.

Fine horse, a real warrior.

Destined for the farm,
not the battlefield.

My son would be a soldier.

Oh, as his father.

Was, but no more.

And a soldier, not a fool.
Have you not heard the news?

No, I haven't.

While King Stephen wastes time in
London, the rebels gain more land.

Which they will lose again.

And so on. Every death is pointless.

They're destroying everything
monasteries too.

Nothing north of the Thames is safe.

I will not kill again,
for any cause.

Someone must make a stand.

I won't. And you won't listen.

Until Stephen brings a whole army,

any stand against the rebels
will mean certain death.

God save us from the young.

From killing and futile heroics,
certainly.

Now I must see your wife.

I have a new medicine
which may help her.

I am obliged, Brother Cadfael.

It's little enough.

Just a few moments without pain.

The respite is most welcome.

Uncomplaining,
though, I like to believe myself.

She's a brave lady, your wife.

She is, indeed.

There's no-one more so.

I must speak with your father.

Sulien, please,
I have no-one else to turn to.

Oh, my Lord Eudo, forgive me.
Lady Astola.

I come to ask, to beg your help.

You must stop my husband
from deserting me.

Ruald
is still fixed on becoming a monk.

Look at the holy brother
who advises him,

fills his head with piety
and draws him from me.

Generys, you know that is not true.

Would he leave me
if there were no abbey,

if you and your kind did not exist?

What would you have me do?

He is your tenant, my Lord.

But not my serf. I don't own him.

And nor does the Church.

God owns him as God owns us all.

But the Church does not! Will not!

You disturb the Lady Astola. Out.
Out, now.

I beg your pardon, my Lord.
I truly beg your pardon.

I am at my wits' end.

You could speak to Ruald, Father.

If he will not heed his wife,
he will not be swayed by me.

What will become of Generys?
How will she live?

The monks will not see you starve.

And the potter's cottage will
be yours as long as you want it.

Bread and shelter.

You think only
of providing bread and shelter?

What of my other needs?

Ruald is my husband,

my man.

Surely, Brother,
the abbot will listen to you.

Generys mustn't be left.

It is not my place
to deny Ruald his vocation.

He's not acting on a whim,
you know.

He has searched his heart.

Now, there's an end to it.

Then that end is a sin...Brother.

Brother Cadfael, the herbalist?

Yes, that's me.

Badon, the answer to your prayers.

Oh, and a pedlar.

Purveyor of every pill, potion,
and charm in the known world

the unknown world, as well.

Well, I don't use charms.

Roots, then, seeds, leaves, saps
and juices, I have them all.

Yes, so have I.

See here, see here.

The most precious oil in the world -
spikenard.

The contents of this bottle
anointed Our Lord's feet.

It's better than a relic.

How can a holy man
not wish to have this?

Quite easily.

You are down-to-earth, Brother.
I like you for it.

Let us deal in the realities
of medicine. Gunnild!

The realities of pain.

Here is an essence, nay, a
quintessence...of the miraculous.

The merest tincture brings relief.

This is hemlock.

It is, indeed.

I don't need it. And you
shouldn't be so free in selling it.

I only sell such wares
to those who are careful.

Careful! Your wares can kill.

If you won't spare your coin,
spare your sermon.

You want nothing?

I don't think so.
Then, good day.

Pills!
Potions from around the world.

Bring your children, your animals.

We'll cure all their ills.

I must go now.

Father Abbot gave a time.

All this is yours to sell.

Well, it's...all yours.
The money too.

I'm sorry, Generys.

Forgive me.

Forgive me. You may not pass.

Stop. It is not permitted.

No!

Stop! Come back, please.

This cannot be God's will.

It is God's will.

It is not my doing.

I am drawn and can no longer resist.
I can't help myself.

Do you think I would leave you...

leave our bed of my own free will?

How can you believe that?

Ruald?

For pity's sake, go.

It is ended!

Ruald! No!

Oh, no!

No! Let me go!

Out!

Profane woman!

You should rejoice that your life
has been touched by the will of God.

You are unchristian.

Generys, let me help you.

Cowards, all of you.

Hiding behind your skirts.

I should never desert you,
if I were your husband.

Not even for God.

Leave me alone, Sulien.

You're a boy.

What use is a boy to me?

(SOBS)

Please forgive my intrusion.

I brought you some food
and a little money.

Thank you.

I don't mean to offend you by it.

I know it's not usual for the lord
of the manor to come visiting.

But I wanted you to know

that I understand the...
full...nature of your loss.

My wife has been ill
for many years.

And that makes our life together...

When I found the cottage empty,
I was afraid you'd left us.

I went to the abbey...

to humiliate myself.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

Father.

Brother Ruald has settled well,
Cadfael,

a model of humility,

obedient to the rule in every way.

To have turned him from us
would have been wrong, quite wrong.

Father,
might I visit the Potter's Field?

Why?
Do you have news of Ruald's wife?

No. No, no, I don't.

But...
we always need pots and bowls.

And I thought,
if she's still selling them

The weeks pass. You worry about her.

Yes, I do.

As I do.

Visit her, Cadfael.

Take food and alms.

Generys.

Generys?

Who's there?!

What do you want?
Oh, it's an unholy Brother.

And I know you.

Yes, I know you, too.
It's Peter, isn't it?

I treated you last winter,
when you were roosting in our barn.

Mmm. And much good you did me.

A woman lives here. Where is she?

The dark-haired one? She's gone.

Gone!?

Do you think I'd be here otherwise?

I only get what other people leave.

When did she go?

Three days ago... Four, five.
Just disappeared.

The clodpoles who work the fields
say she went off...with a lover.

God speed and protect you, my son,
and the king also.

Thank you, Father.

(I tell you,
it's thought to be common...)

What is this?

The king brings the battle
to the rebels.

He hasn't had time to raise an army.

Why fight now? As you said,
it would be certain death.

The king is the king.

And he has summoned you personally?

Holy Father, I ask your further
prayers for the Lady Astola.

She will be alone in my absence.

Our son Sulien has already left us.

Also to fight?

To become a monk. He enters
a Benedictine priory at Cambridge.

For your prayers, I give
to the abbey the Potter's Field.

Use it as you will.

Cadfael, did you see Ruald's wife?

No.

My Lord?
She's disappeared.

Did not Brother Ruald's wife have
a mane of hair just as dark as this?

Brother Ruald?

I cannot say it is...Generys.

But nor can I say it is not.

You cannot say, or you cannot admit?

A woman.

Yes.

A woman, fully grown,

in her prime.

Mm-hmm?

Been dead a year, you say?

Yes, about a year.

Cadfael, you know who this must be.

No other woman disappeared from here
about a year ago.

This is Generys,
wife of Ruald, who is now a monk.

Hugh, many woman have dark hair.

There is no proof!

There's no ornament, no jewellery,
not even a ring.

Generys wore a ring.
There is nothing to name her,

nothing about these pitiful remains
to show me who or how

or why.

There is this.

Every townsman and woman
will tell you, Cadfael.

These are made by Ruald, or were.

That doesn't mean he killed her
or anyone did!

There's no sign of injury.
There's no damage from a blow.

There's no knife wound.

Is it suicide, then?

Did she bury herself as well,
with honour?

Where is Ruald?

He is praying. Let him be.

Her dying on abbey land does not
make her death beyond the law.

Nor the one who killed her.

Hugh, please, leave him awhile.

There are other possibilities
to be considered.

Brother Cadfael,
a pleasant surprise.

But I didn't ask to see you.

Nor should you need to ask.
It's my fault.

I've been remiss for far too long.

But now that I am here...

You do not like what you see.

Well, you seem
to be in such very great pain.

You haven't touched a drop of
the poppy juice I left you. Why not?

Are you still grieving so much
for your poor husband,

that you neglect
to care for yourself?

He died bravely.

I've seen how you honour
his passing,

but there's no need for this.

Do you suppose he would wish
to see you suffering in this way?

Oh, Lady, your family is perverse.

Your husband propels himself
to a...pointless death.

Your son, to a vocation for which
no young man was ever less suited.

Now you compound your suffering,
by enduring endless pain.

Do you have news of Sulien?

Sulien?

I hear nothing of him.

Or the war, isolated as I am.

As I understand it, he is settled
with the Brothers in Cambridge.

As for the war, well,
now the rebels are gaining ground.

It's said
they control the Fen country.

Is Cambridge itself threatened?

Yes, it is.

(SCREAMS)

Father Prior! Father Prior!

Father Prior!

Father Prior! You have to escape.

(GROANS)

Come on, Father.
Come on, come with me.

We have to hurry.

You pray long and hard,
Brother Ruald.

Does your soul weigh heavy?

Brother, the truth is clear.

And God sees everything.

Ease your soul.

Confess.

Brother Jerome,

this is not the place.

Now that the potter
has had time to reflect,

Father Abbot
shall hear what he has to say.

I intended her no harm.

And yet you have caused her harm?

Yes.

Yes,
I took the breath of life from her.

Even if she lives, I did that.

You hear, Father? He admits himself
guilty of her murder.

'I took the breath of life
from her', your very words.

Do you now deny them?

You do not understand.

I condemned her the day I came here.

She is dead and buried by your hand,
Brother.

Do not compound your mortal sin
with perjury. Prostrate yourself.

How is Ruald to have killed his wife

when he's been here with us
in the abbey all the time?

He has not, not entirely, Brother.

I have remembered
a journey that he made,

back to his cottage and his wife,
authorised by Father Abbot.

That is so, shortly after
the day of his admission here.

I accompanied him.

You suddenly remember
that you were witness to a murder?

Scorn those who deserve it.

Ruald was accompanied to the field.

He was left with the woman
to make his peace.

He was out of your sight?

For half an hour. Long enough
to have killed and buried her.

Oh, come on!

Your accusation rests on the fact
that you didn't see a crime.

The opportunity was not lacking.

Enough. Your point is well made,
Brother Jerome.

Cadfael, you speak with Ruald.

Establish what you can
of his guilt or innocence.

But, Father, the evidence!

Is not conclusive.
But it becomes damning.

I shall be the judge of that.

And when it seems so to me,

Lord Beringar shall take
Brother Ruald from us, not before.

(GASPS) I can't...

Here's a place, Father, come on.
Come on.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Thank you, my son.

(GROANS)

Rest easy, Father.
I shall fetch help.

Trust no-one. Not here.

We...shall be betrayed.

Go...only to a house...
of our Brothers.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Travelling alone, Brother,
and in such dangerous times?

You're alone.

But a little better prepared
for trouble.

Where are you headed?

To Shrewsbury.

Well, you've a way yet.

You'll not make it on those feet.

I never saw such blisters.

But fear not,

rejuvenation is at hand.

For I am able to offer you the very
last jar of my traveller's balm.

A felicitous mixture of comfrey,
sanicle, wintergreen, goose grease

mixed in secret proportions,
famous throughout the known world.

Armies march on it,
pilgrims praise God for it.

Well, I've no money, but...

The water is free, Brother.
I wish you well of it.

And a safe journey.

Why have you brought me here?

To try to find out the truth.

How long were you married, Ruald?

Ten years.
Well, more if she still lives.

Were they happy years?

They were.

She was the best wife
a man could have.

She was faithful to you, then?

Oh, yes.

Till I broke faith with her.

After that, I don't know.

How did you meet?

I never knew.

At a fair in Wales,
before I came here.

She was very poor and very pretty.

I fell in love with her.

Yes,
but you didn't have any children.

No.

No. I believe that to be a sign.

A sign? In what way?

It was a good marriage, Brother.
You understand.

When God withholds
the gift of children,

He's got other plans for us.

It seemed so plain to me that God
had another path for me to follow.

And once I'd entered the abbey,
it was like I'd come home.

Despite everything
that had gone before.

But now...

Ruald...

did you murder your wife?

No.

Did you bury her
out there in the field?

No. But...

But?

What if I was lying to myself,
Brother?

When I left Generys to her fate
to follow my path,

what if the devil called me?

What's to become of me, Brother?

If Generys is dead,
nothing connects you with it.

Where do you think you're going?

We'd better discuss this inside.

Not so fast, holy Brothers.

He's here! He's here!

What's to be done with a man

who abandons his wife out of piety,
then murders her?

I did not kill my wife!

Hand him over to the law?

He's not hiding from the law!

Lord Beringar knows he's with me.

If you reach the abbey gates,
the law will lose him.

What's to be done with the potter?

What shall we do with him?!

Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!

MOB: Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!

I did not kill Generys!

You put your cross in her grave.

Do you deny it is your cross?

It is my cross, yes.

That doesn't prove he put it there.

Would a cutthroat lay a cross
on his victim's breast?

Would a tramp? Would a footpad?

MOB: No!

Would a pious man of God?

MOB: Yes!

What shall we do with him?!

MOB: Hang him! Hang him! Hang him!

No! Please!

No!

Help me, somebody!

What's happening?

Somebody help me!

No! No! Get back!

Stop!

Ruald's wife is not dead.

Generys is alive. I've seen her.

I met her on the road
just two days ago.

She gave me this ring,
to give to Ruald.

He is innocent.

Well, I see no cause to doubt him,
Cadfael.

No.

You yourself recognise this ring
as belonging to Generys.

Yes.

And Sulien is an honest young man
of good family.

Oh, of good family, yes.

Of strange family, certainly.

Look, if Generys is alive
then Ruald is proved innocent.

That at least must please you.

If Generys is alive
then who is dead?

It galls me
that I can find no clue

even to identity,
let alone how she died or why.

Well, perhaps there is no how
or why, only a natural death.

People die other than by murder,
Cadfael.

They're more likely to be buried
reverently, as was our corpse,

if their end is peaceful.

Excuse me, Brother Cadfael.

What?

Brother Sulien is in the infirmary,
resting.

Not for long. We have to leave soon.

Should I apply more ointment
to Brother Sulien's feet?

Yes, take what you need.

You are to go back with Sulien?

Oh, I must. Prior Mortimer
has great need of my medicines.

What, no, no! Not mustard, boy.

You need betony.

Mustard is for boils.

Stop him, stop him!
He's stolen my goose!

Stop him! Stop, thief!

You're a braver man than I, Cadfael,
venturing into these rats' nests.

Oh, rats aren't all bad.

No, but they are all foul.

There's the one I'm looking for.

(CACKLES)

Peter?

Dirty monks.

Peter?

Well, how is it with you?

I've breathed another year, unholy
Brother. No thanks to your charity.

Well, I have a new preparation here.

It might bring you relief.

More lasting relief than this,
at any rate.

Is it as cheap?

It's free.

All I ask is that
you cast your mind back a year.

Remember,
I found you at that cottage?

At that place
called the Potter's Field?

You told me that the woman
who lived there had gone away.

No, no. I told you that was gossip.

I didn't see the going of her.

Well, did you see anyone else?

Anyone in the field
or...at the cottage?

Why?

Because if you don't tell us,

I'll burst your boils one by one
with my dagger.

They're spreading, these boils.

Another few days,
they'll cover your face,

be all over your scalp.

Well, if that's what you want...

Is it Christian
to drive such a bargain?

Was there someone at the cottage?

Oh, of course there was,
that's my fate.

Never a roof to call my own.

You, you have a roof, no doubt,

snug and warm...
just like the unholy Brothers.

Someone shared the cottage with you?

(CACKLES) Shared?

With me? A hedgepig? No.

What, then?

Kicked me out, of course.

Who kicked you out?

Pedlar and his girl.

(GASPS)

You call this relief?!
You torture me!

Can you describe him, the pedlar?

Vicious.

Vicious and as sharp as a weasel.

His looks.

Brown-haired. Short. Slim.

But above all, vicious.

He's a pedlar of what?

Potions, no doubt balms such
as yours, that burn like hellfire.

I've met this man. His name's Badon.

His girl got worse than I did,
by the sound of it.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

I slept close by that night

hoping they'd move on the next day.

In the night,
such screams from that cottage.

They woke me.

A girl's voice...in fear of her
life it sounded. I kept well away.

And the next day? What then?

The place was empty
when I dared look.

You didn't see the pedlar leave?

Did you see the girl leave?
Come on, think, man!

Do I get to keep the hellfire?

I've seen him since, on the road.

Though I make sure...
he doesn't see me.

Yes, and what about the girl?

Didn't see her leave,
haven't seen her since.

Clearly, she ran away.

What was she like?

I only caught a glimpse of her.

Did she have dark hair?

Dark hair, dark eyes.

I'll find the pedlar.

You get about your errand of mercy.

Out, all of you!
Back to your duties.

This room is for respite,
not idle comfort.

Brother Ruald.

You...
you may stay a little longer.

The evenings are cold.

Thank you, Brother Prior.

Unfortunate business
with the townsfolk.

Simple, ignorant people,
easily led into error.

Some people who are less ignorant
made the same accusation.

Assumption, not accusation.

But we...we are sorry nonetheless.

You must understand the heavy
responsibility I bear,

Brother Ruald, for the spiritual
well-being of this house.

It is my constant duty
to test and question.

True vocations are rare.

I did doubt myself,

as much as you doubted me.

Now I know that Generys is alive,
my path is clear.

It was God calling me.

My future is here.

I visited your mother,

shortly after your father's body
was brought back from the war.

I wanted to tell her what was in
the Potter's Field, but I couldn't.

She looked so frail.

I was afraid that another shock
might prove too much for her.

Did you find her much altered
when you came back for the funeral?

Grief and pain are a heavy burden.

Oh, indeed.
She's had many shocks lately.

Not least, your sudden
and unexpected calling to God.

I must admit, I was shocked
and intrigued by that myself.

Won't you leave your vocation
for a while, to look after her?

No.

You do know that she refuses
all relief from pain?

She loved my father dearly.

Is it so strange
to dull one pain with another?

Aaaah!

Wanted, am I, Brother?

For murder, is it?

And on your say-so?

Not on my say-so,
but on Hugh Beringar's.

It's you who tells him who to take!

That's it! That's enough!

He would have killed you.

He hasn't. That's enough.

A woman's body has been found
in the Potter's Field.

Where it's lain for a year.
I've heard.

Yes, and were you there a year ago?

I was indeed, Brother.
And with my dark-haired girl.

What of it?

It's plain enough.

Is it? If I've made a corpse of her,
surely she must be dead?

Gunnild?

And, as you can see,
she's very much alive.

Here...feel.

Speak, Gunnild.

What shall I say?

Why, that you are well and happy.

I am well and happy.

She disappears,
but I always find her.

For the truth is, she needs me.

I feed her and I protect her.

Do I not, Gunnild?

Yes.

Find another name for your corpse,
Brother.

My dark-haired girl will not fit.

You cannot live like this.

My mother will feed and protect you.
Escape.

Gunnild!

Go to Blount Manor when you can.

Tell them I sent you.
My name's Sulien.

Does this mean we're close?

Yes, we are close.

Don't you find it strange, Sulien?

We now know that the pedlar's girl
is alive and well.

So, by your word, is Generys.

What of it?

It means the ploughed-up corpse is
that of another dark-haired woman.

Isn't that extraordinary?

Three raven-haired heads
being drawn to the same small field?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Come on.

Father Prior?

Father?

Help me raise him.

(GROANS)

Get the water.

Now, we'll need a fire.

But we may be seen.
Well, we'll have to risk it.

I can't move him yet.

He's far too weak.

Brother Sulien is keeping watch?

Hmm? Yes. I trust him. He has
a soldier's blood in his veins.

I'm glad of it.

He saved my life, you know.

He didn't say, not as such.

But I'm not surprised.

May I speak plainly?

Mm-hmm.

I was surprised
when he chose monastic life.

Well, he's a young man
with fierce emotions.

And therefore finds difficulty
in moulding himself to our rule.

So you, too,
had your doubts about him?

Oh, indeed. But that's what
the novitiate is for, doubt.

If it then becomes plain

that a novice is more suited to be
a soldier or...a husband, so be it.

But let him
learn that for himself.

And return whence he came
and no harm done.

Has it become plain, then,
with Sulien?

Why such interest?

Have you ever seen...that?

I have, yes.

In Sulien's possession?

He hides it, thinks it a secret.

But there are no secrets from me.

Bring him over.

Brother Sulien, welcome back.

Brother Cadfael, thank God
you're safe. And the Prior?

Indestructible.
He survived even my ministerings.

But he needs his rest now.

As must you, Brother.

Father Abbot will want an account
of your adventure.

Which he shall have, shortly.

(GASPS)

Well, sit yourself down.
Rest awhile.

So this is your workshop,

where you concoct all your potions
and balms.

Yes, indeed it is.

There.

Thank you.

It's also where I ponder and puzzle.

You know, something
is puzzling me now, Sulien.

This ring that you gave Ruald, as
proof that his wife is still alive.

Yes?

You said that Generys gave it to you
on the road,

on your way here to the abbey.

Yes.

Hmm. That was a lie, wasn't it?

You've had this ring for six months.

You've been wearing it
underneath your habit.

Prior Mortimer confirmed it to me.

Well, why did you lie?

Was it to help Ruald?

Were you protecting him in some way?

Ruald is innocent.

How do you know?

It is Generys who died, isn't it?

So, if Ruald is innocent,
but Generys is dead, who killed her?

Your silence helps no-one, Sulien,

because I think no-one
is going to hang for this crime.

Tell me the truth about the ring.

Generys gave me this ring.

She did not give it to you, Sulien!

You've had it for six months.

Generys died a year ago. Your father
rode off to war a year ago.

You ran off to be a monk
a year ago.

So how have you had this ring
for six months?

Six months ago
your father was brought home dead.

You recognised it
among his effects. You removed it.

After the funeral
you took it with you,

to spare your mother
the pain of the truth.

What truth?

That her husband, your father,
had taken Generys as his mistress

and then killed her.

Eudo murdered Generys?

Yes. Is it so strange
that he should be drawn to her

and they should become lovers?

No. But then to kill her? Why?

Well, perhaps
because she refused to remain quiet.

An accident, even.

But I'm sure Eudo caused her death.

Then he buried her
and rode to war?

Exactly. Taking his secret with him,
to his own grave.

And Sulien?

Sulien witnessed what happened,
or he already knew the truth.

He says so?

No, he says nothing.

But his silence speaks loudly.

And that is your proof?

You've gone mad, Cadfael.

You accuse the dead,
as others accused Ruald.

What would you prefer?
That the grave had not been found?

Generys was deserted once.
We can't desert her again.

You go and talk to the boy.

Sulien.

Brother Cadfael tells me that he
has solved the mystery of the ring

and so, of the Potter's Field.

I have information of great import.

Is there a time when you haven't?

On the matter of the woman's body,
it is highly pertinent.

A year ago, when the woman, Generys,
entered the abbey and was removed -

By you, Brother Jerome?

By me.

He was waiting for her,
with words of comfort.

Words which she rejected brutally.

And it was his look of hurt
and anger as she left him

that I have been unable to forget,
and which I see before me now.

His eyes burned.

Now, I know nothing of the ways of
the world, but surely it is clear.

Sulien followed and struck the woman
down in a rage of humiliation.

He took holy orders
as a means of escape

or, perhaps, penance.

For, as the rescue of Ruald shows,

there is some good
even in the worst of us.

Sulien?

Brother Jerome is right.

I loved Generys with a passion
that she just laughed at.

She dismissed me as a child.

But I'm no child.

So I killed her

and buried her body
in the Potter's Field.

So, Cadfael?

If it isn't Eudo,
it cannot be Sulien.

Just because Jerome says it is?

Come on, boy.

(BELL CHIMES)

Brother?

I believed Sulien.

But if, as they say...

he only lied to save me...

then Generys is dead.

If she is dead,
it is not your doing.

You were drawn from her by God.

I know some who have caused such
pain for far less exalted reasons.

But Sulien has now confessed
to the killing.

He killed her
because he loved her.

Not as a son loves but as a man
loves a woman that he can't have.

No!

Sulien would never hurt her.

When he was a boy and Lady Astola's
pain became too much for him,

he would come to us for comfort.

Generys was like a mother to him.

In that case, if he's not to hang
for a crime he did not commit,

you must help me.

I have searched that cottage
and it has told me nothing.

But you see...
There... That's strange in itself.

Surely there must be something
there and I've missed it.

Something
that would name a murderer?

Yes.

There is one thing.

It might show if Generys left of
her own free will or was murdered.

Oh, God, that she left.

Something I have missed, then?

Our savings. If she left alone, or
with a lover, she'd have taken them.

If she was murdered,
they'll be there.

Where?

In our secret place.

No-one would ever find it...
unless I told them.

Rub this on your throat twice a day.
You won't regret it.

Thank you very much.

Badon.

Brother.
No cowled lunatic with you today?

Do you recognise this?

A glass vial, Brother.

I'm surprised you cannot name it.

You sell vials like these.

Not as many as I'd like.

You tried to sell me hemlock
a year ago.

How many of these
have you sold since?

How many?!

One.

To whom?

I need to speak to him.

Well, you have your wish, then, hmm,

to be treated like a guilty man,
locked up?

Those, I take it, were your clothes?

If I'm to be hanged I'd rather not
disgrace the Benedictines.

What about your family?

I have confessed.

There is no need for a trial
or public knowledge,

nor to cause my mother further pain.

If Lord Beringar
will dispose of me now,

she and the world will think
I'm back in the cloister.

Tell me the truth about the ring.

It's as you say.

I took it from my father's things.

Not to spare my mother,
as a keepsake for myself.

Because you loved Generys?

Yes.

But you didn't kill her.

Yes, I killed her.

Did your father
know about your crime? Hmm?

Was he a witness to it?

Did you confess it to him?

No.

No? But he must have done.

Otherwise why the double sacrifice,
yours and his.

If shame didn't lead him
to his death, what did?

And why give away
the Potter's Field?

How did you kill her?

I...
I stabbed her through the heart.

There was a knife at the cottage
on the table.

No. She wasn't stabbed.

And I'm a fool, Sulien.

I thought of the pedlar only
in terms of his dark-haired girl.

I forgot what he was selling.

I'll get your clothes.

Mother.

Sulien.

Sulien... Oh.

Are you well?

Yes, Mother.

Brother Cadfael.

Forgive us, we must speak with you.

Are you still taking nothing
to ease your pain?

I have decided to accept
what suffering God offers me.

And I, in my turn,
offer it to God until my time comes.

My expiation for a sinful life.

Well, I admire your courage.

I have grave doubts
on the doctrine of suffering.

Your doubts are not mine.

When I visited you recently,
I had news,

which, in the end,
I didn't tell you.

But...now I have to tell you.

A body has been found.

It's the body of a woman,

ploughed up, quite by chance,
in a corner of the Potter's Field.

I believe the body to be that
of Generys, the potter's wife.

Your son has confessed
to her murder.

Mmm, he says he stabbed her.

But I don't believe
she was stabbed.

I think she was poisoned.

And poison is not a weapon of rage,
of impulse.

Poison is thoughtful.

Poison is premeditated.

And it requires
no physical strength.

Do you...recognise this ring?

I have seen it.

Might I ask you where?

On the hand of Generys.

Do you think it possible

that she...might have given it away
to...someone else?

If you mean my husband, speak plain.

You're here to confront
a jealous wife...a murderess?

The pedlar sold you this,
didn't he?

He did.

No.

Oh hush, boy. Hear the truth.

Though I wish to God
I had used this differently.

You have taken my husband
as your lover.

You are mistaken, lady.

He took me.

I didn't steal him from you.

What has happened between us,
happened honestly.

I didn't seduce him.

I hope you've given him
some comfort, though.

And he you, since Ruald
turned his back on the world.

I haven't come here to fight
or to apportion blame.

My body is no longer of use to me.

It is certainly
of no use to my husband.

He still cares for you.

Care?

Care is for infants and old women.

Eudo has shared my bed
these 20 years.

I cannot now share him.

I will not.

I think you understand.

Yes.

I would feel the same way.

But he and I have our needs,
our loneliness.

It is beyond bearing.

It is not so simple.

Even if I were to remain silent,
willingly blind,

things could not continue
as they are.

Eudo is a man of conscience.

His passion would dilute in guilt.

He would be torn, unhappy.

Your love blighted as my body is.

I believe you to be
a woman of strength,

as well as passion.

How strong is your resolve?

Your need?

Your courage?

What is this?

Hemlock.

Generys, you cannot have him
while I live.

I cannot share him.

It must be resolved.

Let one of us be liberated by death.

Do you dare risk all?

I risk nothing.

Only my life,

or what God and the Church
has left me of it.

Are you ready?

Oh!

(SHIVERS)

(ROOKS CAW)

(SHUDDERS)

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

Astola, what's wrong?

This.

This is wrong.

I don't blame you
for what you've done, Eudo.

And you mustn't blame me.

You were unfaithful to me.

No, but it's over.

I have made a wager.

And I have lost!

Go to Generys.

Go.

Go!

(GROANS)

(ANIMAL SHRIEKS)

(OWL CRIES)

Your self-sacrifice
does you credit, Sulien.

But your father
didn't kill Generys.

He buried her,
with compassion and with dignity,

which was my wish as well as his.

She was a woman wronged.

Doubly wronged if she were
condemned as a suicide

and thus denied burial
in consecrated ground

by the Church that had already
taken her husband from her.

And so if she were buried unshriven,

at least she was not buried unloved.

And she would still
rest in peace now,

if our ploughman hadn't turned
too close to the trees.

Eudo should not
have given away the field,

but he could no longer
bear to own it.

He was never one to think ahead.

And now I,
who should have been the one to die,

am the only one who lives.

And I honour Generys
in the only way I can...

..with my pain.

Thank you for petitioning the Abbot.

I shall never know
how...Generys...died.

It is a comfort to know that she
will have a proper resting place.

Well, a corner of our cemetery
seems little enough.

You have chosen your path.

You must not flinch from it now.

Believing is a beginning,

not just an end.

Listen, I know
that you have seen yourself in me.

I, too, once left
a woman who loved me.

Not a wife, a mistress.

Forty years ago now.

But I was not drawn by God.

I was drawn by adventure
and I promised to return.

I did not keep that promise.

So feelings of regret, of guilt...
are in all of us.

It's something...
that we have to live with.

# In paradisum

# Deducant te angeli

# In tuo adventu
suscipiant te Martyres

# Et perducant te
in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem

# Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat

# Et cum Lazaro quondam paupere

# Aeternam habeas requiem #

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