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the earth; he breathed and cried out; and she picked him up living; and took him home joyfully; and he is live and well to this day。〃
〃What; even the dead raised?〃 croaked Prior Robert; almost speechless with envy。
〃Father Prior;〃 said Brother Cadfael soothingly; 〃surely this is but another proof; the strongest possible; of the surpassing merit and potency of Saint Winifred。 Even the soil that once held her bones works wonders; and every wonder must redound to the credit and glory of that place which houses the very body that blessed the earth still blesses others。〃
And Abbot Heribert; oblivious of the chagrin that was consuming his prior; benignly agreed that it was so; and that universal grace; whether it manifested itself in Wales; or England; or the Holy Land; or wheresoever; was to be hailed with universal gratitude。
〃Was that innocence or mischief?〃 demanded Cadfael; when he saw Bened off from the gatehouse afterwards。
〃Work it out for yourself! The great thing is; Cadfael; it was truth! These things happened; and are happening yet。〃
Brother Cadfael stood looking after him as he took the road towards Lilleshall; until the stocky figure with its long; easy strides dwindled to child…size; and vanished at the curve of the wall。 Then he turned back towards his garden; where a new young novice; barely sixteen and homesick; was waiting earnestly for his orders; having finished planting out lettuces to follow in succession。 A silent lad as yet。 Maybe once he had taken Brother Cadfael's measure his tongue would begin to wag; and then there'd be no stopping it。 He knew nothing; but was quick to learn; and though he was still near enough to childhood to attract any available moist soil to his own person; things grew for him。 On the whole; Cadfael was well content。
I don't see; he thought; reviewing the whole business again from this peaceful distance; how I could have done much better。 The little Welsh saint's back where she always wanted to be; bless her; and showing her pleasure by taking good care of her own; it seems。 And we've got what belonged to us in the first place; all we have a right to; and probably all we deserve; too; and by and large it seems to be thought satisfactory。 Evidently the body of a calculating murderer does almost as well as the real thing; given faith enough。 Almost; but never quite! Knowing what they all know by now; those good people up there in Gwytherin may well look forward to great things。 And if a little of their thanks and gratitude rubs off on Rhisiart; well; why not? He earned it; and it's a sign she's made him wele。 She may even be glad of his pany。 He's no threat to her virginity now; and if he is trespassing; that's no fault of his。 His bed…fellow won't grudge him a leaf or two from her garland!
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