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# Veni sancte spiritus

# Mentes tuorum visita

# Amen #

WHIP CRACKS

Is it over?

His penance is complete.

Come along, Brother Adam.

You are absolved.

His soul has been cleansed.

But his wounds are filthy.

Oh, Brother Cadfael, please!

Ah, so you can still feel pain.

I had to chastise myself.

My thoughts were so base.

Your thoughts were your own.

There was no need to own up to them in such lurid detail.

Brother Cadfael?

Father Abbot needs you.

Oh, has he returned to the abbey?

No. He's still half a day from here

but he sends word that he requires your skills.

I suspect he means balms and ointments.

Very well.

I had to confess my sins before the holy day.

The pilgrims are in the foregate.

A dozen at least - all lame.

Well, what else do you expect on Cripples Day?

Let it drop.

DRUMS

Pull it up. Up, up, up, up!

Come on, boy.

Put this one down there.

Ah, boy, you won't cure them by staring.

CRY OF PAIN

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm being as gentle as I can.

I don't mind the pain.

It's what I've chosen.

I can bear it, Luc.

Why should you want to bear it?

Young Ciaran is returning home in penitential pilgrimage

with bare feet and a brave heart.

His brother Luc goes with him to offer support.

Moral or physical?

Luc supports me in every way.

When I fall, he makes me get up.

When I slow down, he urges me on.

I see. On to where?

Ynys Enlii. It's where I was born.

And where you will die.

Ciaran has a fatal disease.

His body cannot be saved but his soul will be purified.

Do you know the name of this disease?

Have you been to an infirmary?

He will die. That's all that matters.

Your cross.

Is it heavy?

The twine is so thin.

Part of his penance, Brother Adam.

And to be admired accordingly.

I wish all our novices could witness this pilgrimage.

But, sadly, Ciaran's journey does not take him to Shrewsbury.

Well, I think it should.

These cuts are badly infected.

Won't you come back with us?

By the end of holy day,

I might have had time to heal some of your wounds.

A holy day?

With other pilgrims?

100 at least. All sick and crippled.

Then we'll follow you to Shrewsbury.

The dormitory is full. Close the gates.

There's space in the courtyard.

Father Abbot would admit the rest.

While he is away, I decide who enters and who does not.

There are too many this year.

Gates are closing!

Father Abbot returns, Brother.

Let me in! We're pilgrims!

Open them.

Bless you, Brother.

Bless you, indeed.

Whoa there.

The bag. There, in the middle.

I'll pay you when I get the bag.

Or I could um...

drop my fee,

if you'll join me for some um... ale tonight?

Is it just a cup of ale you want my sister to raise?

Get away from me, cripple.

I'll kill you for that.

Walter, please. My legs!

Here. Take your bag.

Let me help you.

You're not hurt, are you?

Yes.

I must go to my brother.

Get up.

Come on, Ciaran, come on!

The order of procession is complete.

St Winifred's reliquary is being prepared.

And the pilgrims?

Father?

Where are the pilgrims?

Well, most of them are in the streets of the town.

They should be within the abbey walls, enjoying our protection.

But the guest dormitory is full.

Then put them in the courtyard and the storehouse.

But open the gates again and bid them all welcome, Brother Prior.

I should join the cripples and touch the holy relics?

Incurables have been cured.

Not me.

My fate is certain.

These wounds need cleaning.

First, let me take this cross off you.

No.

Leave it alone.

Well, calm yourself.

I meant no harm, Ciaran.

I've not taken it off.

Not for a second.

Brother Cadfael will vouch for me.

Won't you?

Yes, of course.

Let me treat your neck where the twine has bitten into it here.

Your feet are still bleeding.

You can't walk for three days.

We'll stay that long.

But, Luc...

I said, we'll stay.

This way, friends.

Take a blanket. There you are.

To your left.

One for you.

Welcome. Take a blanket.

This way. No, to your left.

Can I help you?

Brother, you startled me.

Well, do forgive me (!)

Were you looking for something?

We're all looking for something, Brother,

we pilgrims,

we poor lost souls.

You may well be lost, but you don't look poor.

There's no sin in that, I hope?

And you're obviously not a cripple.

So why have you come to this particular holy day?

Ah.

I have some relics.

Normally, I sell only to other pilgrims, but if you like...

Now, stop there.

We have St Winifred's relics here.

We need no others, thank you.

You're Brother Cadfael, aren't you?

I am indeed.

Simeon Bagot, Merchant of Warwick.

Can you find room for more inside the abbey?

In the infirmary or the guest hall?

A fool told me I'd have to sleep in the courtyard.

The fool was right.

You misunderstand me, Brother. I do not wish to sleep in the cold.

Nor do many others.

You wear my patience, monk.

You outstay your welcome, merchant.

BABY CRIES

COUGHING

Come closer.

Melangell. Come back here.

Come here.

Stay away from them.

Father Abbot wants them to be warm and dry.

Why are you letting all these people in?

Come on, all of you. In you come.

Come along. There's plenty of room.

Plenty of room for all of you.

Come along, this way.

God bless you, Brother.

I'll pay you in the morning.

Brother Prior. They're in the warming room.

What?!

Count on me.

Out! Out! All of you out.

This room is not for pilgrims.

Out! You have no permission to be here.

Out! Out! Not in here.

This is intolerable!

Mind your leg. Watch your step.

Come along. Out! Out! All of you, out.

If you need warmth, there's a brazier for you.

It's freezing. It's unchristian.

They've left these filthy sacks.

Shall I fetch them back? No, no, no, no. Keep them out.

The warming room is for the Benedictines.

Pilgrims had no right to enter.

(SNIFFS) What the... What do they pack when they travel?

No, it's this one. It absolutely stinks.

The stench is horrible.

Get Father Abbot.

Yes, Brother Prior.

Who owns this satchel?

Who owns this satchel?! Answer me.

Right. I want you all out of here.

Out of these cloisters now.

What is it, Brother Prior? What have you found?

It's unspeakable. Unspeakable.

Who is this man and how did he come to be here?

I'm afraid it's not going to be so easy to find out now, Father,

after what happened when Prior Robert found him.

I called for Father Abbot.

What else could I have done?

All I'm saying is, it's a pity - I put it no stronger -

It's a pity you let all the pilgrims walk away.

I should have kept them here, where they had no right to be?

Yes. There might be a murderer among them.

What do you mean, Brother?

Well, Father,

it is quite unusual for someone to be walking around with a dead body

trussed up in a leather sack.

But before I can tell you more,

I must examine him more closely.

God protect us!

Forgive the poor welcome, Hugh, but we've discovered an extra guest.

Trussed up like a cooking fowl, and stuffed inside this old satchel.

Belonging to who?

A pilgrim.

One of the many in the abbey.

His limbs look as though they've all been broken.

Yes. The joints have been snapped.

If the body was cold, how else would you force the limbs inside the bag?

We must get this buried right away.

With all due reverence.

Not buried yet. It stinks.

That's because he's been dead for some time.

How long?

A week. Maybe more. It's been cold.

Father, this corpse must be buried.

Father, we might have a murderer here in the abbey.

Everyone must stay in the abbey till we know the truth.

If he's buried now, we'll never know what happened.

What are you proposing?

Mos Teutonicus.

What's that?

A vat is filled with vinegar and the body is boiled

until the flesh separates from the bones.

I need to examine the skull.

Mos Teutonicus is for the highest in the land who die away from home.

We don't know his standing.

We don't where he lived or where he died.

Father, bones can be buried with as much reverence as the whole body.

Mos Teutonicus will allow me to study the skull more closely.

What do you expect to find?

I think I can feel a crack at the back of the skull here.

A blow to the head?

That would fit with the blood and nasal mucus dried round his mouth.

The longer we talk, the worse the stink will become.

May I dispose of this now, Father?

Let me have my way and we will all be content.

We will honour this man's bones.

But I too should like to know more about him.

Very well, Cadfael.

Do it. I'll await your findings.

Who are you, old man?

And how did you die?

# Lux aeterna

# Luceat eis, Domine

BELL TINKLES

# Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum

# Quia piuses

# Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

# Et lux perpetua luceat eis

# Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

# Cum sanctis tuis in aeternum #

MUTED SPLASH

The body of a dead man. A fellow pilgrim, perhaps.

Packed tight in a satchel.

Deformed.

Decaying. Horrible.

Shut the gates!

Bolt them.

No-one is to leave!

SHOUTS OF PROTEST

And now we are all of us trapped here,

not just with a rotting cadaver, but...

but with a murderer too.

Which one of us will suffer the same fate and end up bleeding?

It's the devil's work.

That's true. Gasping for air.

Dying.

In a bag.

None of us is safe.

We must all stay awake and protect each other,

or be taken from this world and cast down into the pit...

of damnation.

As for myself, I'll trust in God,

and... the relics that have... kept me safe

these five and thirty years.

Gather close and see what I have.

From the cold, dead scalp of St Matthew of Harrogate,

who, as we all know, was struck down

by the evil Lord Tarristock

as he tried to defend the little children of his mistress.

Who wants to buy a lock of the martyr's hair?

I will, I will.

The purse. You must give it back.

I'll take it to the old man if you can't face him.

Oh, I understand.

I give you the purse, you keep it.

No.

Then you tell everyone I'm a thief

and they turn me over to the sheriff?

That's not what I'd call justice, as you'll find.

For now, I want the old man to have his purse back.

The purse.

Nothing else?

Yes.

There's something I want.

What's your name?

Melangell.

My name's Luc.

Will you join me in prayer?

Prayer?

Murder seems likely.

You see here where the skull's been split?

As I thought.

Mos Teutonicus tells you what you knew already!

Oh, it confirms that this could have been enough to kill the man.

From a blow to the head which might have been an accident?

Yes, it might have been an accident.

But why hide the results of an accident in an old leather sack?

There may be other indications of murder.

I can't find that out until I've reassembled the bones.

For now, it is essential

that all the pilgrims remain within the abbey walls.

Must we live in fear of our lives until Brother Cadfael is done?

Father Abbot, the gates are now locked and guarded.

I urge you to keep them secure.

The pilgrims must go with St Winifred's reliquary

on Cripples Day.

If we stop pilgrims travelling, they cease to be pilgrims.

And there's nowhere to put them.

Then somewhere must be found.

I need to keep every suspect close by until I know who's guilty.

Use the storehouse, the bell tower.

Their purpose is not to house pilgrims.

Their purpose is for Father Abbot to decide.

Open the bell tower and fill the storehouse.

Tonight and tomorrow, learn what you can.

But when the gates open for St Winifred, they open for everyone.

There is something that I've found.

This cross.

When the vat was emptied and the flesh came off the bones,

this was among the ribs.

And yet when the body was placed in the vat, it was unadorned.

How do you explain that, Brother?

I'm afraid I can't, Father.

Keep moving on the stairway!

Keep moving.

COUGHING AND MUTTERING

Keep moving!

That's right. Straight to the top.

But we can't see up here.

We can't sleep up here!

Out of the way. That's my space. Can't you see my leg?

Walter, stop it.

You'll have to excuse my brother.

That's all right. Thank you. Sleep well.

Sit down!

Head for the upper storeys.

I'm tired, Father.

CHILD CRIES

That man with the beard is a thief, if I could only prove it.

What? Simeon Bagot?

Is that his chosen name? It was John Puer when I last saw him.

Oh, where was that?

At a fair in the next county.

Purses went missing, and so did he.

So he's a thief.

But does that make him a murderer?

# Dies irae, dies illa

# Solvet saeclum in favilla

# Teste David cum Sybilla

# Quantus tremor est futurus

# Quando Judex est venturus

# Cuncta stricte discussurus

# Tuba mirum sparges sonum

# Per sepulchra regionum

# Coget omnes ante thronum

# Mors stupebit et natura

# Cum resurget creatura

# Judicanti responsura

# Liber scriptus proferetur

# In quo totum continetur

# Unde mundus judice

# Nihil inultum remanebit

# Nihil inultum remanebit #

Well, we know that he was lame.

You see how the bones have grown crooked after being broken?

And the right leg is shorter than the left.

You see, this is a very old break.

Look how it's healed after twisting when he was alive.

A lame man here for Cripples Day.

No.

You might have a suggestion there.

He was brought to the abbey despite being dead. Why?

A final pilgrimage, perhaps,

forced upon him by those that were carrying him?

He might have started out alive and been killed on the way.

There are so many possibilities.

And then someone managed to drop this into the vat.

They might wish to have it back.

They don't know where to find it.

If only I had as many facts to piece together as I have bones.

How many facts do you have, Brother?

Two. He's been dead not more than a week

and he was put in the satchel within a day of his death.

Brother.

Father Abbot wants you.

Um, he's allowing Ciaran to leave.

Boy, you stay here.

And don't leave those bones.

No-one is above suspicion.

Ciaran should be allowed to leave.

His innocence is as plain as his penitence.

He's like any other pilgrim.

He sets an example that we should all copy.

Such a humble, self-deprecating soul could never commit a crime.

Certainly not murder.

He's a God-fearing man, Brother Cadfael.

Brother Cadfael's opinion is affected by his investigation.

I believe Ciaran to be innocent.

I will let him leave when he wishes.

Furthermore, I've decided to offer my own assistance.

I shall give him one of my rings.

It has the device of the Bishop of Winchester

and should afford safe conduct through Wales.

Thank you, Father Abbot.

It offers you more protection than even your brother could hope to do.

And does this mean I can leave the abbey?

Yes.

Your brother too, of course.

Your brother can easily walk away.

But if you insist on leaving now, you must see to your feet.

Come to my workshop.

Oh. Er, come in.

My brother Walter cannot rest. He has pain in his legs.

Will you give me a sleeping draught?

Let me look at them. I might be able to do something for you.

Just leave that to St Winifred.

Give me some poppy juice.

Please, Walter. For me, let him look at you.

Come and sit down.

You've been lame from birth?

From birth?

No.

Well, tell him, Melangell. Tell him how you nearly killed me.

I tripped him as we played by a river.

The current took him, and -

and his legs were dragged over rocks.

I nearly drowned.

My legs were shredded.

The bones were showing white through the blood.

I nursed him as well as I could.

Feeding him, cleaning him.

But you couldn't mend my legs.

They're as useless now as when I got out of the river.

I did what I could.

Not enough.

I can't look after myself.

Or ever hope to.

It's my fault my brother was hurt.

I took away the life he should have had.

So he has mine instead.

With your hand on the True Cross at Hereford,

you vowed to take care of me.

And that's what I do.

Every day, every hour I'm with you.

What more do you want from me?

I thought your problem might be in your sinews,

but they don't appear to be knotted.

Just let me have some poppy juice.

I told you to come to me.

Perhaps your poor feet couldn't cover even that short distance.

I haven't tried to walk tonight.

Will you try tomorrow?

Isn't that when you're leaving?

Ask Luc.

You said you were going back home

to your birthplace in Wales.

Is that where your parents still live?

They died many years ago.

Both of them.

And you're going home to join them in death?

I'm afraid that holds no attraction for me,

if it can be avoided.

I have no desire to become a pile of bones

like that body we found in the satchel.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I sting you?

The body... is bones now?

Oh, yes.

Just bones. On a slab.

Waiting to be buried.

Oh, forgive me.

You mustn't let my morbid thoughts dissuade you from your purpose.

Yes, I um...

I fear my own bones will soon rot in the earth.

Where is the ring the abbot gave you?

What?

The abbot's ring. Where is it? I don't know. It was taken.

Taken? By whom?

I didn't see. You didn't see?!

This was a personal gift from the abbot.

And you didn't notice who took it?

I was asleep.

When I awoke, the ring had gone.

It couldn't have gone easily. It must have hurt you.

How could you sleep through that?

I don't know. But I did.

Brother!

Brother, come quickly.

The infirmary is not a place for pilgrims.

Has he said what he's doing here?

Not yet!

I was lost. That is the truth.

No. The truth is what I'll get from you if we're alone.

I was trying to find a way out of the abbey.

I'm afraid for my life.

You? Afraid?

There is a murderer inside these walls.

You keep us imprisoned here with this lunatic from hell.

There are young children here.

Women, too. They fear to feel their blood spurting from their necks.

Please, Brother, release us before someone else is butchered.

BELL TOLLS

You must have seen something

or at least heard something.

I was listening to God.

You were struck on the head. You were robbed.

Your purse has been cut from your belt. Look.

You've lost your purse?

No. I've lost nothing.

Then why were you attacked?

Well, the merchant Simeon said nothing.

His memory was lost when he left the infirmary.

After last night, my main suspect is the young man on crutches.

Well, you're forgetting what the merchant sells.

He sells relics.

And silver crosses. Like the one in the vat.

None of the pilgrims went near the vat.

The only people in the infirmary were Benedictines.

But no-one in the abbey is above suspicion.

What else does a man like Simeon Bagot sell?

Bones.

His sort always claim to have the finger of one saint,

the rib of another.

So then?

So then?

Simeon Bagot gets his bones from the people he kills.

People like the old man in the satchel.

Oh, perhaps, but why carry a whole body round with you?

I mean, he could have boiled it down before he got here.

I suppose he could.

Double the guard on the gate.

DEEP CLANG

Have you been on your knees with that God-loving fool?

Luc's a good man. Different to the rest.

But no better than the dozens you've had before.

Don't be fooled by his good looks,

his firm, fit body.

Inside, he is a madman.

Have you seen him this morning?

No.

Why? What's happened?

Have you got nothing for me today?

Don't you think of anything but stealing?

I can't afford to. We can't.

Stay away from Luc.

He's sent from the devil.

He'll have you seeing visions and speaking in tongues.

Never...

Never imagine, because God already knows your sin,

you shouldn't confess it.

You learn about yourself

through the act of confession.

Only through true repentance can you find the way.

Do you understand?

Adam!

Come on, boy. There's work to be done.

You will find no peace through work.

Peace...

Peace is found only through the confession of sin.

We'll talk again soon.

Yes.

Yes, please.

Adam, are you unhappy with the rule of St Benedict?

No, Brother.

Do we teach you badly?

Would you prefer Luc as your tutor?

No.

Put your money down. I'm good at this.

All right. All right.

The dice...

are mine!

Not just a cripple, but a cheating cripple!

Brother Prior! Quickly! This way! This way!

What is happening here?

Gambling?!

Gambling in this holy place?

Out! Out, all of you!

Go! Be gone! Be gone!

Out of here. You vermin!

Go!

SHOUTS OF PROTEST

On your feet.

COINS CHINK

Now, when you were brought in here

and laid on this bed,

this ring was found in your purse.

It's Father Abbot's gift to a penitential pilgrim.

You stole it, didn't you?

Stole it? Me?

Yes.

No, Brother.

You drugged Ciaran, then pulled it off his finger.

I wouldn't go near that lunatic.

How did you come by it then?

Simeon Bagot must have put it on me to get me into trouble.

You must think I'm a fool.

The monk knows we steal. We have to go, before he tells the sheriff.

Don't tell me you want to stay and pray?

Melangell, I can't carry the bag alone.

Do you want me to starve and die?

Melangell, please.

It's all right, Walter. I won't leave you.

Try and see what's behind those screens.

There's always somebody sitting there.

What's so valuable it has to be guarded?

Melangell.

Brother Cadfael. Yes.

Now, listen.

I saw your brother follow Luc as he left the bell tower.

I followed them both to the abbey.

As the bell rang for lauds,

I found Luc unconscious and your brother gone.

Walter was already asleep.

When the bell rang for lauds?

Yes.

All of us in that hell-hole woke up,

as we do every night - Walter included.

Do you think he ran back from the abbey?

Yes, I do. I think his legs are as strong as yours or mine.

I think he attacked Luc,

because he's afraid that Luc is going to take you away from him.

You're wrong.

My brother's a cripple.

Is he?

Brother!

Father Abbot has summoned us.

Why?

Come with me.

But... Come with me now.

Melangell, you come, too.

See?

He needs his crutches even when he's alone.

Now wait.

(LOUDLY) I left it in the infirmary!

I'll fetch it now.

Melangell...

You...

Melangell!

I'm free to go.

Yes, you are. Father Abbot has made his wishes very plain.

So, do you wish to leave now?

Or will you wait for first light?

I'll wait a little longer than that, I think.

Yes.

I'll go when the time is right.

Does Luc know you found this?

No, not yet.

You won't have to tell him?

The ring is mine.

To help me on my journey.

Whose idea was this pilgrimage?

I know you're the pilgrim,

but your brother's the one who believes in the power of penitence.

We both believe in that.

It's all God's purpose, but I don't know why he would...

That's how it is...

Right. Right...

The last time I saw him...

Practically touching the saint...

Praying for days and days...

Melangell. Listen to me.

I've prayed long and hard. I know what I must do.

Listen. I'm going to die soon.

Luc is not.

He should stay with someone who can learn from him.

He should stay with you.

He won't. I know it.

He's taken a vow.

Just as I did.

That vow must be broken.

Tomorrow, on the holy day, stay close to Luc.

As soon as the gates are opened, I'll be off to Wales.

On your own?

The abbot's ring will protect me.

It was lost, but found again now.

A sign that I should go.

But not a word to Luc about that. Not till I've gone.

Will you stay with Luc tomorrow?

Yes, I'll stay with him.

CHATTER

Alleluia!

Time to open the gates.

Praise be!

Now we can rest easy, knowing the murderer has gone.

The murderer you failed to catch.

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Christe eleison

# Christe eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Kyrie eleison

# Christe eleison

# Christe Eleison

# Christe eleison

# Christe eleison

MONKS CONTINUE TO CHANT

All these years I've wasted on you.

Just listen to me. No. I've heard enough of your lies.

I'm going with a man who speaks the truth.

I walked only three steps.

It must have been the presence of St Winifred.

Melangell, I can't go on alone.

Melangell, please.

MONKS CHANT

BELLS RING

Luc, come to the front. Let's keep close to St Winifred.

Where's Ciaran?

I saw him by the abbey steps.

Don't worry about him. Stay with me.

We can be together now.

Luc...

CROWD CHEERS

# Miserere nobis

# Spiritu sancte deu

# Miserere nobis

# Sanctus spiritus unus deum

# Miserere nobis

# Sancta Maria

# Ora pro nobis #

CHANTING CONTINUES

Adam, who's guarding the bones?

Everyone's out here.

I left you there for a purpose, boy.

I'm sorry, Brother. I'm so sorry.

Be quiet. Let me think.

Go and find Hugh Beringar. Tell him what's happened.

Let's hope we can catch the merchant.

The merchant?

Yes. Hugh was right after all.

Simeon Bagot's the murderer.

But you said it was Walter.

I thought so till I saw him just now.

Well, he couldn't have taken the bones.

Now go, quickly.

Pax vobiscum.

Come on!

Luc!

Come back inside.

Not without Ciaran.

Where is he?

He's gone.

You can forget him now.

Gone? Gone where?

The road to Wales.

He won't go without me.

He has the abbot's ring. He'll he safe.

And I can be your pupil.

Don't go after him.

He wants you to stay with me.

He said your vow must be broken.

MURMURED PRAYERS

Pax vobiscum.

GASPING

I'm cured!

I can walk.

Blessed St Winifred!

It's a miracle!

CRIES OF EXCITEMENT

It's a miracle, Brother.

What a miraculous holy day, Brother Cadfael.

Will it always be so?

Somehow, Adam, I very much doubt it.

Thank you. Thank you, friend. Thank you.

No amount too small or large.

Your money is blessed.

Here, feel. I'm a living mirac-

Your performance may have fooled them, but I know the truth.

Hand their money back, or I'll tell them what an imposter you are.

They'll tear you limb from limb.

MEN: He's an imposter! He tricked us.

I am... I am cured.

Give me my money back!

ANGRY SHOUTING CONTINUES

All right, all right. Just... Just...

I've been so stupid.

We all have times when we fail.

That's when we must confess our sins,

and seek to purify our soul.

Luc would know what to say.

Luc?

Who do you think did this?

He hit me.

But Luc's a good man.

Oh, so he'd make you think.

A kind man. Wise and gentle.

I saw him helping your brother to walk.

When he was still a cripple?

Yes, he put his arms round Walter

and helped him walk round the courtyard,

just as he helped his father to walk (!)

But his father died years ago.

No.

He's been dead little more than a week.

Did Luc tell you that?

And he was lame?

So he said.

A crippled father who died a week ago?

Where is Luc now?

Gone after his brother. To Wales.

Did he have a satchel with him?

No. He went with nothing.

Then Ciaran has the bones.

Adam, tell Hugh Beringar to ride to the Long Forest

where it crosses the road to Wales.

I think Ciaran has those bones, and the cross.

Well, come on. Hurry up, boy.

No, Brother. You're wrong.

Ciaran does not have the cross.

I do.

Sheriff's orders. All pilgrims' bags to be searched. Empty it out.

What are you looking for?

All our stuff's here.

We've taken nothing, we've stolen nothing.

Whoa.

I haven't got all day. Empty it on the ground.

Step down before my sergeant pulls you down.

What are you looking for? What?

Where are they? At the bottom?

Yes, I see them.

The bones of the man you murdered.

Did you really think you could escape from God?

Luc, please. Forgive me.

You have been called towards evil and must be punished.

Forgive me!

Please!

It's not for me to forgive.

CLATTER

I haven't broken my vow.

Why kill me?

Why?

Why don't you answer your brother?

I found this. Outside.

I see you have the rest.

Did you kill him?

Everything I know suggests you did.

These bones show that this man had one leg deformed.

That means he was lame.

I heard Melangell describing

how Luc used to support his lame father.

Your father, Ciaran.

Did you kill him?

You two, as well.

Empty your bags.

Where is the cross?

You've seen all the jewellery I have.

Strip him.

Look everywhere.

Your guilt suggests a mortal sin.

And why take the bones,

unless you want to hide them?

I want to bury them.

I want to bury my father in Wales,

where he was born.

It's what I vowed to do.

I was going to do it.

This was your idea.

This penitential pilgrimage.

Even this heavy cross about his neck.

My brother took a vow.

We agreed - if he should break any part of it, I would take his life.

It is not for you to take anyone's life.

How dare you play God?!

Was that what you were doing when you took the ring?

The ring that Walter then stole from you?

I... I am doing God's work.

God's work?!

You're not fit even to mention his name,

let alone act on his behalf.

Whatever Ciaran has done, you cannot decide his punishment.

But I deserve to die, Cadfael.

I killed our father.

This is not a man.

No. It's an ass.

As you are.

Lord Beringar! Lord Beringar!

Come quickly. Brother Cadfael needs you with him.

Come on. Come on!

I pushed him.

He fell downstairs.

He hit his head.

You pushed your father downstairs?

We were fighting.

He said I was getting as mad as my brother.

But this was not madness. This was the truth.

At last I could see God's truth.

You came to me, but Father would not.

And now he burns in hell.

Your father hit his head, you say?

Did he die straight away?

He was alive,

but he wouldn't wake up.

Luc stopped the bleeding.

I went for help.

And when I came back,

he was dead.

I killed him.

I killed him.

I cannot... complete...

CLATTERING

..this journey. Finish me now!

You won't touch your brother while I'm here.

Vengeance must be mine!

Vengeance belongs to God.

And justice is for Lord Beringar to administer.

Would you kill your brother

while he wears your father's cross?

This is not Father's.

This is Luc's.

This is yours?

But this was found in the vat. With your father's bones.

Did you put it there, Luc?

Luc?!

He needed protection on his journey.

What journey?

Not the journey to Wales?

This wasn't found in the satchel with the body.

This was found...

Unless...

this was inside... the body itself.

Have I been very stupid?

The blood in his mouth didn't come from his nose, did it?

It came from his throat.

Am I right, Luc?

Answer me.

Yes, there was blood from his throat.

Better blood than the putrid bile of his blasphemy.

You silenced him with this? You thrust it in his mouth?

I gave him a token of God's love.

You forced a cross down his throat.

His time had come. No. He was still alive.

With this cross, you killed him. You.

This pilgrimage was for nothing.

It was to teach him true remorse.

His life was full of sin till now.

The sinner who wants to repent must be afraid.

And I made him afraid.

But you're the one who sinned.

You're the one who murdered.

What suffering has God reserved for you?

I will suffer

when I have helped more wretched souls like you to find the way.

Your time has come.

Ugh!

(GROANING)

Luc! Don't! Leave him!

Stay back, Cadfael!

How will you suffer?

Tell me!

I have the killer.

No, Hugh.

I have him here.

You don't have to go on now.

I think I do.

If I'd listened to my father instead of my...

instead of him,

my father would still be alive.

The guilt for what has happened is not yours.

I have it, though.

I always will.

# Domine

# Speravi

# In te Domine speravi

# Amen #

Oh, Adam.

Have you learned nothing?

Luc said suffering and remorse lead to...

I don't care what Luc said.

And you should forget everything he told you.

But I've sinned.

Then pray for forgiveness.

There are so many people in this world

born to pain they've not chosen.

Your prayers are enough.

Nothing more is wanted.

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