set him manipulating events to get the utmost glory out of them。 There was no inconsistency in such behaviour。 He was quite certain that Brother Columbanus had been taken up living out of this world； just as he had wished。 But that being so； it was not only his opportunity； but his duty； to make the utmost use of the exemplary favour to glorify the abbey of Saint Peter and Saint Paul of Shrewsbury； and not only his duty； but his pleasure； to make use of the same to shed a halo round the head of Prior Robert； who had originated this quest。 And so he did。 He said Mass with absolute conviction； in the cloud of white flowers； the huddle of discarded garments at his feet。 Almost certainly he would also inform Griffith ap Rhys； through Father Huw； of all that had befallen； and ask him to keep an alert eye open in case any relevant information surfaced after the brothers from Shrewsbury were gone。 Brother Prior was the product of his faith and his birth； his training for sanctity and for arbitrary rule； and could snake off neither。
The people of Gwytherin； silent and observant； crowded in to fill the space available； made no sound； expressed no opinion。 Their presence and silence passed for endorsement。 What they really thought they kept to themselves。
〃Now；〃 said Prior Robert； moved almost to tears； 〃let us take up this blessed burden； and praise God for the weight we carry。〃
And he moved forward to offer his own delicate hands and frail shoulder； first of the devout。
That was Brother Cadfael's worst moment； for it was the one thing he had overlooked； But Bened； unwontedly quick at the right moment； called aloud： 〃Shall Gwytherin be backward； now peace is made？〃 and rolled forward with less stateliness and greater speed； and had a solid shoulder under the head end of the reliquary before the prior was able to reach it； and half a dozen of the smith's own powerful but stocky build took up the challenge with enthusiasm。 Apart from Cadfael； the only monk of Shrewsbury who got a er hoisted into his neck was Jerome； being of much the same height； and his was the sole voice that cried out in astonishment at the weight； and sagged under it until Bened shifted nearer and hefted most of the load from him。
〃Your pardon； Father Prior！ But who would have thought those slender little bones could weigh so heavily？〃
Cadfael spoke up in hasty interpretation： 〃We are surrounded here by miracles； both small and great。 Truly did Father Prior say that we thank God for the weight we carry。 Is not this evidence of singular grace； that heaven has caused the weight of her worthiness to be so signally demonstrated？〃
In his present state； at once humbled and exalted； Prior Robert apparently did not find the logic of this nearly as peculiar as did Brother Cadfael himself。 He would have accepted and embraced anything that added to his own triumph。 So it was on sturdy Gwytherin shoulders that the reliquary and its contents were hoisted out of the chapel and borne in procession down to the parsonage； with such brisk enthusiasm that it almost seemed the parish could hardly wait to get rid of them。 It was Gwytherin men who fetched the horses and mules； and rigged a little cart； spread with cloths； on which the precious casket could be drawn home。 Once installed on this vehicle； which； after all； cost little in materials or labour； given the smith's benevolent interest； the casket need not be unloaded until it reached Shrewsbury。 Nobody wanted anything untoward to happen to it on the way； such as Brother Jerome crumpling under his end； and starting the joints by dropping it。
〃But you we'll miss；〃 said Cai regretfully； busy with the harness。 〃Padrig has a song in praise of Rhisiart you'd have liked to hear； and one more panionable drinking night would have been pleasant。 But the lad sends you his thanks and his godspeed。 He's only in hiding until the pack of you have gone。 And Sioned told me to tell you from him； look out for your pear trees； for the winter moth's playing the devil with some of ours here。〃
〃He's a good helper in a garden；〃 Cadfael confirmed judicially。 〃A shade heavy…handed； but he shifts the rough digging faster than any novice I ever had under me。 I shall miss him； too。 God knows what I shall get in his place。〃
〃A light hand's no good with iron；〃 said Bened； standing back to admire the banded wheels he had contributed to the cart。 〃Deft； yes！ Not light。 I tell you what； Cadfael！ I'll see you in Shrewsbury yet。 For years I've had a fancy to make a great pilgrimage across England some day and get to Walsingham。 I reckon Shrewsbury would be just about on my way。〃
At the last； when all was ready and Prior Robert mounted； Cai said in Cadfael's ear： 〃When you're up the hill； where you saw us ploughing that day； cast a look the other way。 There's a place where the woods fall away； and an open hillock just before they close again。 We'll be there； a fair gathering of us。 And that's for you。
Brother Cadfael； without shame； for he had been up and busy all night and was very tired； annexed the gentler and cleverer of the two mules； a steady pad that would follow where the horses led； and step delicately on any ground。 It had a high； supporting saddle； and he had not lost the trick of riding through his knees； even when asleep。 The larger and heavier beast was harnessed to draw the cart； but the carriage was narrow yet stable； rode well even on a forest floor； and Jerome； no great weight； could still ride； either on the mule's back or the shafts and yoke。 In any case； why trouble too much about the fort of Jerome； who had concocted that vision of Saint Winifred in the first place； almost certainly knowing that the prior's searches in Wales had cast up this particular virgin as one most desirable； and most available？ Jerome would have been courting Columbanus just as assiduously； if he had survived to oust Robert。
The cortege set forth ceremoniously； half of Gwytherin there to watch it go； and sigh immense relief when it was gone。 Father Huw blessed the departing guests。 Peredur； almost certainly； was away across the river； planting the good seed in the bailiff's mind。 He deserved that his errand should be counted to his own credit。 Genuine shiners are plentiful； but genuine penitents are rare。 Peredur had done a detestable thing； but remained a very likeable young man。 Cadfael had no serious fears for his future； once he was over Sioned。 There were other girls； after all。 Not many her match； but some not so very far behind。
Brother Cadfael settled himself well down in the saddle； and shook his bridle to let the mule know it might conduct him where it would。 Very gently he dozed。 It could not yet be called sleep。 He was aware of the shifting light and shadow under the trees； and the fresh cool air； and movement under him； and a sense of something pleted。 Or almost pleted； for this was only the first stage of the way home。
He roused when they came to the high ridge above the river valley。 There was no team ploughing； even the breaking of new ground； was done。 He turned his head towards the wooded uplands on his right； and waited for the opening vista between the trees。 It was brief and narrow； a sweep of grass soaring to a gentle crest beyond which the trees loomed close and dark。 There were a number of people clustered there on the rounded hillock； most of Sioned's household； far enough removed to be nameless to anyone who knew them less well than he。 A cloud of dark hair beside a cap of flaxen； Cai's flaunting bandage shoved back like a hat unseated in a hot noon； a light brown head clasped close against a red thorn…hedge that looked very like Brother John's abandoned tonsure。 Padrig； too； not yet off on his wanderings。 They were all waving and smiling； and Cadfael returned the salute with enthusiasm。 Then the ambulant procession crossed the narrow opening； and the woods took away all。
Brother Cadfael； well content； subsided into his saddle fortable； and fell asleep。
Overnight they halted at Penmachmo； in the shelter of the church； where there was hospitality for travellers。 Brother Cadfael； without apology to any； withdrew himself as soon as he had seen to his mule； and continued his overdue sleep in the loft above