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ave worn out in mere liking all her inclination to love； but the boy certainly had not。 At sight of her his face paled； and his eyes took fire。
The parents were ordinary enough； fortable people grown plump from placid living； and expecting things to go smoothly still as they always had。 Cadwallon had a round； fleshy； smiling face； and his wife was fat； fair and querulous。 The boy cast back to some more perilous ancestor。 The spring of his step was a joy to watch。 He was not above middle height； but so well…proportioned that he looked tall。 His dark hair was cut short； and curled crisply all over his head。 His chin was shaven clean； and all the bones of his face were as bold and elegant as his colouring was vivid； with russet brushings of sun on high cheekbones； and a red； audacious； self…willed mouth。 Such a young person might well find it hard to bear that another； and an alien at that； should be preferred to him。 He proclaimed in his every movement and glance that everything and everyone in his life had responded subserviently to his charm； until now。
At the right moment； when the church was full； Prior Robert； tall and imposing and carefully groomed； swept in through the tiny sacristy and took his place； and all the Shrewsbury brothers fell into line and followed on his heels。 The Mass began。
In the deliberations of the free assembly of the parish； of course； the women had no part。 Neither had the villeins； though they had their indirect influence through those of their friends who were free。 So while the free men lingered after the Mass； the rest dispersed； moving away with slow dignity； and not too far； just far enough to be discreetly out of sight and earshot； but handy to detect what was passing by instinct； and confirm it as soon as the meeting broke up。
The free men gathered in the open before the church。 The sun was already high； for it was little more than an hour to noon。 Father Huw stood up before the assembly； and gave them the gist of the matter； as it had been presented to him。 He was the father of this flock； and he owed his people truth； but he also owed his church fealty。 He told them what bishop and prince had answered to the request from
Shrewsbury； reverently presented； and with many proofs。 Which proofs he left to Robert to deliver。
The prior had never looked holier or more surely headed for sainthood himself。 He had always a sense of occasion； and beyond a doubt it had been his idea to hold the meeting here in the open； where the sun could gild and illuminate his other…worldly beauty。 It was Cadfael's detached opinion that he did himself more than justice； by being less overbearing than might have been expected。 Usually he overdid things； this time he got it right； or as right as something only equivocally right in itself can be got。
〃They're not happy！〃 whispered Brother John in Cadfael's ear； himself sounding far from sad about it。 There were times when even Brother John could be humanly smug。 And indeed； those Welsh faces ranged round them were singularly lacking in enthusiasm for all these English miracles performed by a Welsh saint。 Robert at his best was not exactly carrying his audience。
They swayed and murmured； and eyed one another； and again turned as one man to eye him。
〃If Owain ap Griffith wills it； and the bishop gives his blessing； too；〃 began Cadwallon hesitantly； 〃as loyal sons of the church； and true men of Gwynedd； we can hardly。。。〃
〃Both prince and bishop have blessed our errand；〃 said the prior loftily。
〃But the girl is here； in Gwytherin；〃 said Rhisiart abruptly。 He had the voice that might have been expected from him； large； melodious and deep； a voice that sang what it felt； and waited for thought afterwards； to find that the thought had been there already in the feeling。 〃Ours； not Bishop David's！ Not Owain ap Griffith's！ She lived out her life here； and never said a word about wanting to leave us。 Am I to believe easily that she wants to leave us now； after so long？ Why has she never told us？ Why？〃
〃She has made it clear to us；〃 said the prior； 〃by many manifestations； as I have told you。〃
〃But never a word to us；〃 cried Rhisiart； roused。 〃Do you call that courtesy？ Are we to believe that； of a virgin who chose to make her home here among us？〃
They were with him； his assurance had fired their smouldering reluctance。 They cried out from a dozen directions at once that Saint Winifred belonged to Gwytherin； and to no other place。
〃Do you dare tell me；〃 said Prior Robert； high and clear； 〃that you have visited her？ That you have mitted your prayers to her？ That you have invoked the aid of this blessed virgin； and given her the honour that is her due？ Do you know of any reason why she should desire to remain here among you？ Have you not neglected even her grave？〃
〃And if we have；〃 said Rhisiart with blithe conviction； 〃do you suppose the girl wonders at it？ You have not lived here among us。 She did。 You are English； she was Welsh； she knew us； and was never so moved against us that she withdrew or plained。 We know she is there； no need to exclaim or make any great outcry。 If we have needs； she knows it； and never asks that we should e with prayers and tears； knocking our knees on the ground before her。 If she grudged a few brambles and weeds； she would have found a means to tell us。 Us； not some distant Benedictine house in England！〃
Throats were opening joyfully； shouting where they had muttered。 The man was a poet and a preacher； match for any Englishman。 Brother Cadfael let loose his bardic blood； and rejoiced silently。 Not even because it was Prior Robert recoiling into marble rage under Welsh siege。 Only because it was a Welsh voice that cried battle。
〃And do you deny；〃 thundered Robert； stretching his ascetic length to its loftiest； 〃the truth of those omens and miracles I have declared to you； the beckoning that led us here？〃
〃No！〃 said Rhisiart roundly。 〃I never doubted you believed and had experienced these portents。 But portents can arise； miracles can be delivered； either from angels or devils。 If these are from heaven； why have we not been instructed？ The little saint is here； not in England。 She owes us the courtesy of kinsmen。 Dare you say she is turned traitor？ Is there not a church in Wales； a Celtic church such as she served？ What did she know of yours？ I do not believe she would speak to you and not to us。 You have been deceived by devils！ Winifred never said word！〃
A dozen voices took up the challenge； hallooing applause for their most articulate spokesman； who had put his finger on the very pulse of their resentment。 Even the very system of bishoprics galled the devout adherents of the old； saintly Celtic church； that had no worldly trappings； courted no thrones； but rather withdrew from the world into the blessed solitude of thought and prayer。 The murmur became a subdued rumbling； a thunder； a roar。 Prior Robert； none too wisely； raised his manding voice to shout them down。
〃She said no word to you； for you had left her forgotten and unhonoured。 She has turned to us for recognition； when she could get none from you。〃
〃That is not true；〃 said Rhisiart； 〃though you in your ignorance may believe it。 The saint is a good Welshwoman； and knows her countrymen。 We are not quick in respect to rank or riches； we do not doff and bow and scrape when any man flaunts himself before us。 We are blunt and familiar even in praise。 What we value we value in the heart； and this Welsh girl knows it。 She would never leave her own unfurnished； even if we have neglected to trim her grave。 It is the spirit that leans to us； and is felt by us as guardian and kin。 But these bones you e hunting are also hers。 Not ours； not yours！ Until she tells us she wills to have them moved； here they stay。 We should be damned else！〃
It was the bitterest blow of Prior Robert's life to know that he had met his match and overmatch in eloquence and argument； here in a half…barbaric Welsh landholder； no great lord； but a mere squireling elevated among his inferiors to a status he barely rated； at least in Norman eyes。 It was the difference between them that Robert thought in hierarchies； and Rhisiart thought in blood…ties； high and low of one mind and in one kinship； and not a man among them aware of inferiority； only of his due place in a united family。
The thunder was one voice now； demanding and assured； but it was one man who had called it into being。 Prior Robert； well aware that a single adversary confronted him； subdued his angry tones； and opted for the wisdom of the dove； and the subtlety of single bat。 He raised his long； elegant arms； from which the wide sleeves of his habit fell free； and smiled on the assembly； turning the smile at its most pelling and fatherly upon Rhisiart。
〃e Brother Cadfael； say this for me to the lord Rhisiart； that it is all too easy for us； who have the same devotion at heart； to disagree about the means。 It is better to speak quietly； man to man； and avoid the deformation of anger。 Lord Rhisiart； I beg you to e apart with me； and let us debate this matter in quietude； and then you shall have liberty to speak out what you will。 And having had my say fairly with you； I will say no word further to challenge wh
