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Everyone present heard； and trembled at such virtue。 Everyone but Brother Cadfael； who was past trembling at the arrogance of man； and whose mind； in any case； was busy and anxious with other； though related； matters。
Chapter Ten
Brother Columbanus entered the small； dark； woodscented chapel； heavy with the odours of centuries； and closed the door gently behind him； without latching it。 There were no candles lighted； tonight； only the small oil…lamp upon the altar； that burned with a tall； unwavering flame from its floating wick。 That slender； single turret of light cast still shadows all around； and being almost on a level with the bier of Saint Winifred； braced on trestles before it； made of it a black coffin shape； only touched here and there with sparkles of reflected silver。
Beyond the capsule of soft golden light all was darkness； perfumed with age and dust。 There was a second entrance； from the minute sacristy that was no more than a porch beside the altar； but no draught from that or any source caused the lamp…flame to waver even for an instant。 There might have been no storms of air or spirit； no winds； no breath of living creature； to disturb the stillness。
Brother Columbanus made his obeisance to the altar； briefly and almost curtly。 There was no one to see； he had e alone； and neither seen nor heard any sign of another living soul in the graveyard or the woods around。 He moved the second prayer…desk aside； and set the chosen one squarely in the centre of the chapel； facing the bier。 His behavior was markedly more practical and moderate than when there were people by to see him； but did not otherwise greatly differ。 He had e to watch out the night on his knees； and he was prepared to do so； but there was no need to labour his effects until morning； when his fellows would e to take Saint Winifred in reverent procession on the first stage of her journey。 Columbanus padded the prie…dieu for his knees with the bunched skirts of his habit； and made himself as fortable as possible with his gowned arms broadly folded as a pillow for his head。 The umber darkness was scented and heavy with the warmth of wood； and the night outside was not cold。 Once he had shut out the tiny； erect tower of light and the few bright surfaces from which it was reflected； the drowsiness he was inviting came stealing over him in long； lulling waves until it washed over his head； and he slept。
It seemed； after the fashion of sleep； no time at all before he was startled awake； but in fact it was more than three hours； and midnight was approaching； when his slumbers began to be strangely troubled with a persistent dream that someone； a woman； was calling him by name low and clearly； and over and over and over again： 〃Columbanus。。。。 Columbanus。。。〃 with inexhaustible and relentless patience。 And he was visited； even in sleep； by a sensation that this woman had all the time in the world； and was willing to go on calling for ever； while for him there was no time left at all； but he must awake and be rid of her。
He started up suddenly； stiff to the ends of fingers and toes； ears stretched and eyes staring wildly； but there was the enclosing capsule of mild darkness all about him as before； and the reliquary dark； too； darker than before； or so it seemed； as if the flame of the lamp； though steady； had subsided； and was now more than half hidden behind the coffin。 He had forgotten to check the oil。 Yet he knew it had been fully supplied when last he left it； after Rhisiart's burial； and that was only a matter of hours ago。
It seemed that all of his senses； hearing had been the last to return to him； for now he was aware； with a cold crawling of fear along his skin； that the voice of his dream was still with him； and had been with him all along； emerging from dream into reality without a break。 Very soft； very low； very deliberate； not a whisper； but the clear thread of a voice； at once distant and near； insisting unmistakably： 〃Columbanus。。。 Columbanus。。。 Columbanus； what have you done？〃
Out of the reliquary the voice came； out of the light that was dwindling even as he stared in terror and unbelief。
〃Columbanus； Columbanus； my false servant； who blasphemes against my will and murders my champions； what will you say in your defence to Winifred？ Do you think you can deceive me as you deceive your prior and your brothers？''
Without haste； without heat； the voice issued forth from the darkening apse of the altar； so small； so terrible； echoing eerily out of its sacred cave。
〃You who claim to be my worshipper； you have played me false like the vile Cradoc； do you think you will escape his end？ I never wished to leave my resting…place here in Gwytherin。 Who told you otherwise but your own devil of ambition？ I laid my hand upon a good man； and sent him out to be my champion； and this day he has been buried here； a martyr for my sake。 The sin is recorded in heaven； there is no hiding…place for you。 Why；〃 demanded the voice； cold； peremptory and menacing in its stillness； 〃have you killed my servant Rhisiart？〃
He tried to rise from his knees； and it was as if they were nailed to the wood of the prie…dieu。 He tried to find a voice； and only a dry croaking came out of his stiff throat。 She could not be there； there was no one there！ But the saints go where they please； and reveal themselves to whom they please； and sometimes terribly。 His cold fingers clutched at the desk； and felt nothing。 His tongue； like an unplaned splinter of wood； tore the roof of his mouth when he fought to make it speak。
〃There is no hope for you but in confession； Columbanus； murderer！ Speak！ Confess！〃
〃No！〃 croaked Columbanus； forcing out words in frantic haste。 〃I never touched Rhisiart！ I was here in your chapel； holy virgin； all that afternoon； how could I have harmed him？ I sinned against you； I was faithless； I slept。。。。 I own it！ Don't lay a greater guilt on me。。。。〃
〃It was not you who slept；〃 breathed the voice； a tone higher； a shade more fiercely； 〃liar mat you are！ Who carried the wine？ Who poisoned the wine； causing even the innocent to sin？ Brother Jerome slept； not you！ You went out into the forest and waited for Rhisiart； and struck him down。〃
〃No。。。 no； I swear it！〃 Shaking and sweating； he clawed at the desk before him； and could get no leverage with his palsied hands to prise himself to his feet and fly from her。 How can you fly from beings who are everywhere and see everything？ For nothing mortal could possibly know what this being knew。 〃No； it's all wrong； I am misjudged！ I was asleep here when Father Huw's messenger came for us。 Jerome shook me awake。。。。 The messenger is witness。。。。〃
〃The messenger never passed the doorway。 Brother Jerome was already stirring out of his poisoned sleep； and went to meet him。 As for you； you feigned and lied； as you feign and lie now。 Who was it brought the poppy syrup？ Who was it knew its use？ You were pretending sleep； you lied even in confessing to sleep； and Jerome； as weak as you are wicked； was glad enough to think you could not accuse him； not even seeing that you were indeed accusing him of worse； of your act； of your slaying！ He did not know you lied； and could not charge you with it。 But / know； and I do charge you！ And my vengeance loosed upon Cradoc may also be loosed upon you； if you lie to me but once more！〃
〃No！〃 he shrieked； and covered his face as though she dazzled him with lightnings； though only a thin； small； terrible sound threatened him。 〃No； spare！ I am not lying！ Blessed virgin； I have been your true servant。。。 I have tried to do your will。。。 I know nothing of this！ I never harmed Rhisiart！ I never gave poisoned wine to Jerome！〃
〃Fool！〃 said the voice in a sudden loud cry。 〃Do you think you can deceive me？ Then what is this？〃
There was a sudden silvery flash in the air before him； and something fell and smashed with a shivering of glass on the floor just in front of the desk； spattering his knees with sharp fragments and infinitesimal； sticky drops； and at the same instant the flame of the lamp died utterly； and black darkness fell。
Shivering and sick with fear； Columbanus groped forward along the earth floor； and slivers of glass crushed and stabbed under his palms； drawing blood。 He lifted one hand to his face； whimpering； and smelled the sweet； cloying scent of the poppy syrup； and knew that he was kneeling among the fragments of the phial he had left safe in his scrip at Cadwallon's house。
It was no more than a minute before the total darkness eased； and there beyond the bier and the altar the small oblong shape of the window formed in parative light； a deep； clear sky； moonless but starlit。 Shapes within the chapel again loomed very dimly； giving space to his sickening terror。 There was a figure standing motionless between him and the bier。
It took a little while for his eyes to accustom themselves to the dimness； and assemble out of it this shadowy； erect pallor； a woman lost in obscurity from the waist down； but head and shoulders feebly illuminated by the starlight from the altar window。 He had not seen her e； he had heard nothing。 She had appeared while he was dragging his torn palm over the shards of glass； and moaning as if at the derisory
