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[bell ringing]

[music playing]

My lord.

A coin for a leper, my lord?

Out of my way, vermin.

Take your contagion out of my sight.

[horse neighing]

Filthy lepers.

Lazarus, are you hurt?

Leave me alone.

He arrived about a week ago.

A wanderer.

Goes from shrine to shrine.

Nobody knows him here.

Well, boy looks much improved.

Your lotions have done wonders.

You think there is any hope for him, Cadfael?

Oh, there's always hope, Mark.

By God's grace and man's efforts,

we may yet send him back whole into the world.

A little something, my lady?

Here.

There's a little.

Iveta!

You should not waste your coins on lepers.

Simon, ensure the horses are properly stabled.

Joscelyn, Lucy-- get me a fire, and something hot to eat.

At once.

And me, my lord?

If it's not beyond your scope, if you've stopped idling,

you can organize this rabble.

Jos, my friend.

Have you not given up, even now?

Tomorrow, painful though it may be,

my uncle will take a very beautiful young wife.

And the girl you pined for will our Lady Domville.

It's not so painful for you, Simon.

Bide your time as the loyal kinsman,

and one day his fortune will be yours.

Unless Iveta bears our lord a son.

God forbid.

There's little danger of that, guy.

My uncle is well titled the baron.

If he ever had any seed, he would

have got a child before now.

On behalf of Abbot Heribert, welcome my Lord and Lady.

My Lady De Massard.

Welcome to the Abbey of St. Peter and St. Paul.

You received my instruction for this evening's feast?

Oh, yes indeed, my lord.

Father Abbot has instructed is own cook, Brother Petrus,

to oversee the preparations.

That's well, but my wife and I would see for ourselves

that everything is in order.

As you wish, my lord.

Perhaps after you have rested?

God knows Iveta would want no child from that brute.

I hear there is one even now that he

prefers to his intended bride.

We know of no mistress.

That is dangerous talk.

Mistress or not, he's unworthy of Iveta,

and it's high time he realized it.

I will serve him no more.

And how will that help my Lady De Massard?

As long as we are in his service,

we can at least protect her.

MAN: Squires!

Squires!

I'll go.

Where's Joscelyn Lucy?

Fetching your food, my lord.

When I call my squires, I don't

expect to be kept waiting.

The Lady De Massard rode by.

You're here to serve me, not to gawk at my future bride.

No, my lord.

Pour me wine.

These are your quarters, my lade de Massard.

For yourself, and your maidservant.

Right next door to your guardians.

Which I'm sure you would undoubtedly wish.

As our savior once said, when I was a stranger,

you made me welcome in your home.

We hope that you'll be comfortable here, despite the--

humble surroundings.

Yes.

Well, we'll wrest before vespers.

Thank you.

God be with you.

It's only for a few days, Agnes.

Then we'll never have to sleep on a straw mattress again.

I do not like this quietness of hers, Godfried.

I cannot trust her.

No.

She has given over the battle.

Once brought to the altar, she'll

speak her words as taught.

[prayer singng]

I must offer our prayers for tomorrow.

You'll do no such thing. You'll with us.

My lord Piccard--

you wish to see the preparations Brother Petrus is making

for this evening's feast?

Yes.

Agnes?

Coming, Iveta?

I should offer prayers that all goes well for tomorrow.

That is an excellent idea.

My lord and lad?

[bell ringing]

Oh, Jos--

Come on.

We'll be safer in there.

We must get away.

We must escape.

And how far would we get before Huon's

pack ran us to the ground?

He'd kill you, Jos.

You cannot marry him.

I have no choice.

I am the Piccards' chattel, to be disposed of at their will.

No. No, I will find a way.

He will not have you.

The bargain is struck.

There is nothing to be done.

Then I will quit his service.

You must not.

For my sake.

Iveta, to see you with him every day-- to have

you within my arms' reach--

my love, it's more than I can bear.

Welcome to my workshop, my lady.

And gentleman.

Oh, your pardon.

I didn't realize I had patients waiting for me.

You did quite right, my lady, in coming to see me.

A bad headache can often result from a long journey,

and it must not be neglected.

I'll just make you up a nice, calming draft.

Iveta, what are you doing here?

Oh, madam, your lady niece is trying

to ensure nothing detracts from her happiness tomorrow.

There you are.

Now, you take down.

It shall do you nothing but good.

Thank you, brother.

I am sorry I have delayed you, aunt.

I'm ready now.

Good day.

I wish that hag would fall from the bridge and drown.

She'll find some way of making me pay for this.

May God forgive me for the lies I've just told.

Well, she may have some justification.

You tell me.

Does not make the head or the tails of it

but an ache of the heart.

Well, whatever the ail, this will go

some way towards relieving it.

Wine?

One of my most sought after medicines.

Now, if you'll excuse me, young man,

I have a [inaudible] to make.

I could help you, brother--

Brother Cadfael.

Oh, all right, then.

Um-- here.

You can encourage the fire.

And if it gives you ease, tell your tale.

Oh, be assured--

I keep my own counsel.

I share my thoughts with God alone.

My name is Joscelyn Lucy, squire to Baron Huon

de Domville.

Yes, I know.

I saw you right in past the leper's hospital.

At St. Giles.

Then you were fair witness to the brute I serve.

Only one so black a heart could treat

unfortunates in such a fashion.

Would that were true.

I could bear his contempt, and his tempers until Iveta

came along.

My god, this match is an abomination!

Utterly against her will.

Careful, lad!

You won't do any good setting us all alight.

And how long has he been in the Piccards' guardianship?

Guardianship?

Never was the term more fouly used.

She has been beaten by them since she was 10.

But surely they've arranged a very wealthy marriage for her.

Iveta is the last of a noble house.

Heiress to a great fortune.

But she is to be sold like a chattel.

The baron has struck a deal with the Piccards

to carve up her land.

Some young women would find such an arrangement

quite acceptable.

Well, Iveta does not.

You say she's the last of her line?

What was her father's name?

Herman [inaudible] Massard.

And her grandfather?

Guillemont.

They say he fought most bravely in the crusade.

So he did.

Guillemont Massard had the strength and courage of a lion.

Do you know at Jerusalem, such was the terror he inspired,

the enemy reported 10 of him on the battlefield?

To us, he was invincible.

Until [inaudible].

Yes, that's right.

He was captured there, and died of his wounds.

I know.

Iveta has his sword and shield.

She treasures them.

The [inaudible] send them back after his death.

That was a courtesy, shown to a brave enemy.

Indeed.

But tell me, brother, how do you come to know so much of him?

We fought alongside each other at the taking of Jerusalem.

I took you for a contemplative.

When you've been a soldier, there's

a great deal to contemplate.

You're a strange kind of brother.

You seem to understand the passion I feel for Iveta.

Have you been married?

No.

That is the one joust of which I have not partaken.

Is it not sinful that the sacrament of marriage

should be so misused to defraud Iveta of her happiness?

If what you say is true.

You think I lie?

Perhaps your passion makes you blind.

No.

My passion makes me see, like St. Paul on the road

to Damascus.

Surely you must have something among all these wonders?

Some-- some poison I could slip into Huon de Domville's cup.

Be ashamed!

To invoke the name of a blighted saint, and in the same breath

speak of murder?

My potions heal.

They do not kill.

Simon?

Joscelyn?

Guy?

Where is my wedding ring?

Where is my locket?

My lord, what's wrong?

Some valuable items are missing.

Where is Joscelyn Lucy?

My lord Domville.

I have news of Joscelyn Lucy which will not please you.

He has been conspiring against you with the Lady de Massard,

aided by an interfering monk.

So, villain, did you enjoy your secret assignation

with my bride?

Insolent rascal!

And now you add theft to deception.

Where is the ring?

And the other item--

what have you done with it? - What ring?

What are you talking about?

Joscelyn!

You are dismissed from my service!

No, Jos!

You'll regret this, Domville!

If the ring doesn't turn up by midnight,

I want this rogue arrested.

And horsewhipped!

You'll not get your hands on Iveta's fortune so easily, boy.

Do not judge your men by your own base

measure, Master Piccard.

We have received a complaint against you, brother,

from my Lord Piccard.

He claims you have been conspiring with Joscelyn Lucy

against tomorrow's wedding.

And Father Abbot, Godfrid Piccard

tells me further that the boy is suspected

of stealing the wedding ring.

He has just been dismissed from the baron's service.

Well, the boy is certainly hot headed.

I warned him not to do anything rashly.

But he is convinced Iveta is being forced

to marry against her will.

And what if the boy's motive is simple greed,

as Piccard claims?

Perhaps Iveta's guardians have chosen well for her.

If so, it would be a sin to disrupt their plans.

Well, I will only be convinced in my mind

if we could but speak with Iveta without her guardians.

Hear her true views on the matter.

Glad to see you thus at peace, my daughter.

Even though you witnessed Joscelyn Lucy's fate.

Yes, father.

I had, I think, a better opinion of him than he deserved.

But I have put my doubts behind me now.

I know my duty.

Your mind is at rest about tomorrow's sacrament?

My mind is settled and content.

I understand that this marriage

is very much to the mind of your uncle and aunt.

But is it also to yours?

Do you undertake it of your own free will?

I am doing what I know is right and good,

and with all my heart.

Come, Brother Cadfael.

Let us pray for their union.

Go on in.

I have a fancy to take the air a while.

Send the grooms to bed.

And your chamber attendants?

Dismiss them.

Say I want no service tonight.

Nor until now past prime tomorrow, unless I call them.

And if they have not found the ring by now,

instruct the authorities to arrest Joscelyn Lucy.

Yes, my lord.

One day he'll go too far.

[singing]

Should not the Baron de Domville be here by now?

My lords and ladies--

Baron Huon de Domville did not return home last night.

And-- we have no knowledge of his whereabouts.

[gasping]

I pray silence!

From your numbers amongst the wedding guests,

the good brothers, and my own men at arms,

we must form an organized search party.

When we reach the fork in the road, we shall split into two

and proceed to the long forest.

Now, as quickly as possible.

Domville's horse.

No sign of Domville.

Brother Cadfael.

Been dead some hours.

Around dawn.

Perhaps a little before.

The dew of the night is still on him.

He's cooling, but he's not yet cold.

He seems to have hit his head on the bowl

of the tree when he fell.

Must have fallen from his horse, and heavily.

The fall could have killed him, hough, Cadfael?

Well, it could have.

But if the horse had stumbled, then

he'd have been tumbled forward.

The wound is on the back of his head.

Perhaps the horse reared?

See the heels of these boots?

Scored deeply into the ground, as if

in some kind of convulsion. - Look at this.

Perhaps he didn't just fall.

See, a rope stretched between two trees at a certain height

could fetch a man off his mount.

But it was more than the mark of the rope on his neck.

Bruises, too.

That great stain on his Adam's apple.

After being knocked off his horse, the baron.

Huon de Domville was strangled.

They have found Lord Domville dead and the long forest.

Got has punished him for whipping you, Lazarus.

Murder.

Joscelyn Lucy has taken his revenge.

Open the gate!

Joscelyn!

Stay away from the prisoner, my lady.

Piccard!

It is you that has done this to me!

Joscelyn Lucy, I'm Hugh Barringer.

I'm the sheriff of Shropshire.

What wrong do you claim has been done

to you by Godfrid of Piccard?

He had me cast out of the baron's service.

I will have satisfaction from you before I

turn my back on Shrewsbury.

Satisfaction?

The Baron should have had you horsewhipped

before you did this to him.

Seize him, sergeant.

Lay hold of the rope.

Let me give my sergeant orders, Lord Piccard.

The master Lucy has certain concerns, which

he revealed to me yesterday.

I ask that we hear his case.

What do you have to say in your defense?

Iveta is being bought and sold against her will.

Liar!

On the grounds have I been apprehended?

Am I being accused of murder?

I was instructed by my lord Domville's household

that his wedding ring had gone missing.

The baron came to believe most fervently that sergeant

Lucy had stolen it.

I am neither a thief, nor a murderer.

Apart from my horse, and my saddlebags,

I have only the clothes I stand up in.

Let an impartial judge search me!

Brother Prior?

Sergeant.

My father's medallion from the shrine

of St. James at Compastella.

But Brother Prior, something fell from this roll of linen.

I caught a glint.

Is this the baron's ring?

Arrest him on a charge of theft and suspicion of murder.

No!

Take him to the castle, Will.

Iveta!

[horse neighing]

You two!

Come here!

Quick!

As soon as he breaks the surface, loose your arrows.

Wing him if you can.

Kill him if you must.

The brother is here with his potions to help you sleep.

At the abbot's assistance.

Good day, Lady De Massard.

Would you be kind enough to fetch me her cup?

It is rather chilly in here.

A small charcoal breeze here would heat it up nicely.

The lady is obviously in shock, and heat

would be very beneficial.

They told me--

they told me they would intercede with the baron

over the theft of the ring.

That they'd save Joscelyn if I went through with the pretense.

If I told you and the abbot I was

marrying of my own free will.

There, there.

I had my suspicions.

But things are not as black as they seem.

They selldom are.

I bring you hopeful news.

Joscelyn has escaped.

Escaped?

Brother, you do indeed give me hope.

[whistling]

[whistling]

Jos?

Simon!

You're not their decoy, are you? - No.

Of course not.

Keep yourself hidden.

The patrols are out in force, looking for you.

You can't lie out here tonight.

I know a place of safety.

They won't think to look for you so close to our lodging.

Thank you, Simon.

For believing in my innocence.

The only thing I can be sure of is that you are my friend.

I must get to Piccard.

For God's sake, there are men out searching for you.

You are in grave danger.

Sleep, my friend.

The world will look very different in the morning.

[horse neighing]

The fall from his horse left him stunned and vulnerable.

On his back.

Now, look closely at the inner sides of his upper arms.

They're bruised.

Yes.

Whoever murdered him knelt upon his arms while strangling him.

As he thrashed around him in a vain attempt

to throw off his attacker, his heel boots

scored deep ruts in the turf.

Now, the hands that stangled him were strong.

Strong enough to rupture his Adam's apple.

But the most interesting aspect in this matter--

Interesting?

We don't all share your morbid propensities, brother.

Revealing, then-- is here, on the left hand side of his neck.

Where the middle fingers of the right hand would have gripped.

There's a small, sharp cut, and a hollow wound beside it.

That has some significance?

The murderer wore a ring on the middle or third finger

of his right hand.

A ring with a large stone in it, to

thrust so deeply into the flesh.

Also, the ring must have hung loosely from the finger,

because it partially turned as he gripped.

Did Joscelyn Lucy wear such a ring, Master Fitzgerald?

I cannot recall ever noticing it.

But neither can I say for certain that he did not.

Our men sighted him around dawn.

That gives him time, we believe, to have murdered the baron.

I'll look into the business of the ring,

but the facts leave small doubt that Joscelyn Lucy is our man.

I think that's enough of murder for today.

May we leave Lord Domville alone with his maker?

My Lord Piccard.

What, Cadfael?

No, no, no.

As you say, I agree.

The boy looks guilty, but--

when a man's life and soul is at stake,

any doubt, however small, must be investigated.

I can't believe Joscelyn capable of such a thing.

Neither is he.

Then I shall do all in my power to prove his innocence.

Well, you're not without influence now,

my Lord De Domville.

That title shall not rest easy with me

till my uncle's murderer is taken and hanged.

Well, whoever did the deed has brought you great wealth,

has he not?

I would take such an insinuation from Joscelyn,

Master Fitzgerald.

But you came late to our fellowship.

Do not presume too much.

Be ready.

I tell you, this is the one place he would

think we would not search.

In the very heart of his enemy's territory.

It's not, perhaps, as mad a notion as I had first thought.

You were right, Jehan.

A shame our bird has flown.

But I will see you are commended for this.

[bell ringing]

There he is!

After him!

Come!

Quickly!

Here.

Hide here.

Be still!

He went this way!

Come on!

You cannot move yet.

They will be back, and everything

must be as it was before.

When they are gone, I will make you faceless and nameless.

As we all are here.

I didn't know the pot was cracked.

[inaudible].

That pot was as sound as a bell.

One of my best.

Pots are not meant to be taken straight from the fire

and plunged into cold water.

I'm sorry, brother.

I was thinking of the De Massard's loss.

She's very beautiful.

So she is.

If she ever finds the right husband,

they could have great sport together.

And if that opinion is anything of yours,

I shall join the Cistercians.

Who told you such a thing?

One of the lay brothers.

I thought at the time he must be mistaken.

Surely such a lady is too delicate for sport.

Child, you have a lot to learn about life.

Not to mention pots.

You are right, brother.

There are many things I don't understand.

Why should the Baron Domville have gone out riding

on a cold night without a hat?

Him bald, too.

What?

When I saw him at the abbot's sup, he left wearing a hat.

Yet when we brought him back from the forest, he was not.

It's clear.

The previous owner will not complain.

He's over the wall, in the cemetery.

If you're not afraid to wear the habit of a dead man,

it will prove an adequate disguise.

Follow me.

Creeping gromwell.

But from where?

Father, these flowers are a vital clue as to where

Domville spent his last night.

If I can find that place, it will almost certainly

point us towards his murderer.

I'm sorry.

You have too many duties here.

I cannot let you go off on a wild goose chase.

Father, I promise you, it will only take a few days.

These flowers are extremely rare in these parts.

They occur only where there's an outcrop of chalk or limestone.

Father, I'm too busy to give the matter my full attention.

It would help us greatly if Brother Cadfael could be

released to pursue this threat.

You know how well his knowledge has served us in the past.

Lives may depend on it.

Very well.

It is true that God's purpose is justice.

You may have leave, Brother Cadfael, for as long

as is necessary.

You have my trust.

And I value it, father.

Brother Cadfael, may I speak with you?

Yes, of course, brother.

Privately?

Good hunting, Cadfael.

What is it?

[knocking]

Thank you, my lady Piccard.

Oh, Simon, is there any news of Jos?

He is still at liberty.

You must be patient.

Somehow I will prove him innocent.

You are a great comfort to me.

A

Hey, you!

Pardon, brother.

I took you for a common trespasser.

No, your pardon.

I thought this place deserted.

Long since.

I am steward here.

Indeed?

In whose service?

You show commendable loyalty.

Especially to a dead master.

I don't know what you mean.

But you do know Huon de Domville?

Who rode out here, last night.

No one has been here recently.

Oh, well, in that case, I must have made a mistake.

Beautiful blossoms, these.

Tiny miracles of God's creation.

I don't have time to look at flowers.

Do you keep the lodge all on your own?

I see to the grounds, the stock, and the farm.

My mother sees to the house.

Oh.

Oh, it's your mother who is the keen horsewoman?

In that, also, you are mistaken.

She is too old and infirm to ride.

The small horse won't be hers, then?

What small horse?

The one whose footprints I noticed leading

straight up to this stable.

Look, I'll show you.

There is no horse.

Well, then my eyes must be deceiving me.

Whose could this be?

This very pretty white genet.

Sidesaddle?

All the decorations suitable to a highborn lady.

Or, perhaps, a lord's mistress?

Well, if you won't tell me who the lady is,

you will tell Hugh Barringer.

Undersheriff of Shropshire.

Can she not be left in peace?

I'm afraid there is no peace until a murder

is brought to justice.

This woman, whoever she is, could be a vital witness.

She is a friend of the baron's.

That's all.

And what might she be called, this friend?

Her name is Avice.

Avice of Thornbury.

Thank you.

See?

You can learn a lot from flowers.

[singing]

[non-english speech]

Simon Aguion, as kinsman, you're next.

[non-english speech]

JOSCELYN (VOICEOVER): Simon.

For friendship, and for my freedom, do me two things.

[knocking]

Good morrow, Iveta.

Give me a little while, please, Mistress Madeline,

to briefly pay my respects.

Listen well, Iveta, for they'll not let me in to see you again.

I have word from Jos. Shh.

No time.

Tonight after vespers, you must meet him at the herb garden.

I'll have his horse waiting at the other side of the brook.

Understand? - Of course.

But why will they not let you in again?

Why such stealth when so recently

they gave permission gladly?

Because I spoke up for Joscelyn.

I said I would see him proved innocent

of both theft and murder.

They'll have no more of me now.

I'm cast off.

You-- out!

I told you not to come here!

Almost there now, Daisy.

Although Creeping Gromwell would have

been a better name for you.

God bless you, sister.

God greet you, brother.

Can I be of any help to you?

I'm looking for a lady who recently sought sanctuary.

Or so her brother told me.

Back at Thornbury.

Her name is Avice?

Known as Avice of Thornbury?

Can you bring me to her?

Very readily.

You've found her.

I am Avice of Thornbury.

You men, keep moving!

Keep up, men!

Quickly!

No wonder Barringer is angry.

Look at the idiots he works with.

And you-- you're not even trying.

Barringer has to do this out of duty.

I'm only following his orders.

But why, Lord Piccard, do you seem to enjoy it so?

Perhaps because you're looking for the wrong man?

Your tongue will be the death of you.

Of what were you accusing him?

I know the baron had a mistress.

And I know who she is.

Who?

Agnes Piccard.

I have the proof.

A locket that she gave him.

You stole a locket?

It holds a lock of hair, and initialed inscription.

Everything.

Oh, Guy, you can be such a fool.

You laugh.

Perhaps you encouraged Piccard to kill your uncle?

Enough.

Or you will be a sorry fool.

Was your ring always on that hand?

No.

I moved it from my right.

I did not wish to be wrongly accused.

Or perhaps you are playing a very clever game of bluff.

And you're not a fool at all.

How well did you know Huon de Domville?

That is an impertinent question.

It's one I would never ask unless a man's life--

indeed, his very soul--

were at stake.

I was Huon's mistress for more than 20 years.

I don't think I surprise you as much as I thought I would,

brother.

I too have been abroad in the world

long before I took the cowl.

But he came to you on the eve of his wedding?

He did.

It was a habit that sat well with us both.

I was his feather bed when other women plagued and tired him.

But it was to be our last meeting.

When he told me he was to marry again,

I decided to leave the world to come here,

and to take holy orders.

At what hour did he leave you?

Past 6:00 in the morning.

Do you recognize these?

Oh-- of course.

I plucked them at the gate and put them in his hat.

Then we kissed goodbye.

And now they're dead.

Like him.

Would you come with me today to the Abbey,

and swear all this upon oath to Hugh Barringer,

the under-sheriff?

I'll have to ask permission from the Mother Superior.

I promise you, it's a matter of some urgency.

In all my life, I've avoided one sin, at least.

I do not lie.

And in my new life, there is no place

for either pride or shame.

I'll tell the truth for you.

Search it.

They will this up till dark.

Yes.

It couldn't be better.

Barringer has emptied the area of all his armed men

till twilight, and they'll be tired when they return.

Perfect time for a young couple to make their escape.

I've seen Godfrid Piccard only once.

Which is he?

He's on horseback.

The one with a hat.

LAZARUS: Ah, yes.

An easy cap to spot.

Even at a distance.

Well, farewell, my friend.

I wish you godspeed.

I saw a side of him that no one else saw.

You know, he always kept a lock of my hair.

You would not have thought him such a man, would you, brother?

No. I would not.

He always wanted children, but he never had them.

He thought they would make him less lonely.

Oh, yes, he was lonely.

We all need companionship, don't you think?

Yes, I do.

Have you ever sought the companionship

of another human being?

I have, yes.

But it was not to be.

Now I have the company of my fellow brothers,

and the companionship of Christ.

That gives you joy?

Contentment, yes.

That is all I ask for.

You've no regrets?

Which of us can say that?

Do you miss human love?

I've fought in many battles.

I've been gravely wounded.

But nothing wounds so much as a love that is--

lost.

God rest his soul.

You shouldn't see such horrors.

Who is he?

Godfrid Piccard.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Take my hand.

This way, my love.

You!

Down there!

- Go inside! - No!

I'll not leave you!

Go in, for God's sake!

Arrest him!

Come on, then!

You'll not get me cheap!

Draw on him!

Stand!

Let no man move!

All straight!

My lord Abbot, what is this?

We've been hunting for this man all day,

and we find him here at bay, within your walls.

And within our jurisdiction.

Sheathe your weapons, every man of you.

I will not have drawn steel here on my ground,

nor violence shown to any.

Men.

What do you have to say for yourself, young man?

I'm at your mercy, father.

Your justice I trust more than I trust the law.

But if either you or the under-sheriff

wish to question me, I will answer all truthfully.

My lord, I maintain my claim to this man's purse, sir.

He's charged with theft and murder.

But question him as you may.

I'd rather turn the key on a manifestly guilty man

than have any doubts set to rest.

Where have you been hiding all this time?

Under a leper's cloak and veil in the hospital at St. Giles.

At what time did you first come amongst the lepers?

At vespers yesterday.

But by then you were already provided with a disguise.

Sergeant, on the morning of Domville's death,

what time did you give chase near the near old brook?

About an hour before prime, my lord.

I accept the facts that on the morning of the murder,

Joscelyn Lucy was indeed in the vicinity of St. Giles

well before the seventh hour.

But we don't know the hour of Domville's death.

My Lord Barringer!

There's been another violent death.

In the clearing in the forest, another man lies dead.

Strangled, like the first.

Madam, I grieve to bring such news.

The dead man is your husband.

Godfrid?

[crying]

Father Abbot!

I can speak for Joscelyn's recent movements.

Brother Mark?

What is this?

I was following this young fugitive.

On his arrival at St. Giles, his lack of leprous symptoms

aroused my suspicions.

For how long did you follow him?

All day long, father.

Brother Cadfael spoke to me yesterday,

and advised me to keep a constant watch on the boy.

The evidence of Brother Mark certainly frees

you, Joscelyn, of any involvement

in the death of Godfrid Picard.

But not of the Baron de Domville.

No.

Hugh-- I know now when Domville was last seen, alive and well.

I found and talked with a witness

who will testify under oath that the baron

spent the night before his death at his own hunting lodge.

And that he didn't leave until after six

the following morning.

So when Joscelyn Lucy was being chased along

the banks of the near old brook, the baron

could have been no more than half a mile

from his hunting lodge.

This witness is of the first important, Cadfael.

Name the man.

Well, no man, Hugh.

A woman.

Domville spent the last night of his life

with his mistress of many years.

A scarlet bond?

That's disgraceful!

I knew he had a mistress.

I have proof of it.

This locket was his.

I took it from his chamber the evening of the wedding feast.

You stole this, Master Fitzgerald?

I did so, my lord.

In order to prove the baron unworthy

of the Lady De Massard.

And by so doing, save her from a marriage

that was not of her will.

It is inscribed so.

To my Huon.

Love always, from A.

Avice of Thornbury.

If all this is so, the charge against

the accused cannot stand.

All this is so, my lord.

Beneath this veil is the hair which

you, sir, found in our locket.

I wear the nun's habit now, but I am that same woman

who was escorted to the hunting lodge

whenever my Lord Domville wanted me.

But one man, and one man alone escorted Avice to the lodge.

The only person who could have known how and where

to set a trap for the baron.

Only one man was privy to Huon's amors.

And that man was you.

Simon Aguion, His trusted kinsman.

And his killer.

That is preposterous.

You're mad, Brother Cadfael.

What possible reason could I have to harm him?

You were his only blood relative.

You stood to inherit his title, and his fortune.

But had his manage to Iveta produced an heir--

My uncle was incapable of getting a child from any woman.

Oh, your uncle, certainly.

But could you assume so much of Joscelyn Lucy?

Now, think how it would have been for them.

A young couple, daily in each other's company,

yet constrained from openly expressing their love.

Now, what if they had weakened?

And if their union had borne fruit--

what then?

Would the baron ever admit to being a cuckold?

Or rather, would he give thanks for the miracle,

and proclaim the child his own?

Brother Cadfael, that is a scandalous suggestion.

Brother Prior, I'm not saying that such

a thing would have happened.

Only that Simon Aguion feared the possibility.

So he took steps to ensure the danger to his inheritence

never arose.

Murderer!

You killed my husband!

The poor lady is mad with grief.

Cadfael's madness is contagious!

Deny if you will, but the evening Huon

was brought back dead, you came to my husband

to make a bargain.

That you would step into Huon's shoes,

marry Iveta, and inherit everything.

Why should I not fairly offer for Iveta?

Sir Godfrid did not reject me.

He agreed to my suit!

So he did!

Thinking you were an honest man.

But in service for your uncle, you had to take off your gloves

to sprinkle the holy water.

Godfrid saw the pale band on your finger,

where your ring once was.

He was fool enough to tell up his suspicions

when you came around visiting.

I begged Godfrid to sever all ties with you,

but greed got the better of him.

He made a bargain with you when you sneaked round to see Iveta.

If only he'd listened to me.

You were afraid he would voice his suspicions,

so you killed him.

Just as you killed your own uncle!

Murderer!

[crying]

Sergeant, search him.

See if he has the ring hidden about his person.

I need not submit myself to this!

You'll take your gloves off!

[shouting]

Take him to the castle.

Oh, and Sergeant Warden?

How did you come to keep so apt a watch on Joscelyn

here when we were so busy beating the forest?

It was Jehan, my lord.

He came to me proposing that since the young squire was set

on the lady, he might try to steer away when there

were but few of us left here.

Come forth, Jehan.

Jehan, too, suggested we search the hut.

Your guesses, Jehan, seem to be blessed by heaven.

Or were they rather blessed by Simon Aguion?

He said I was welcome to the credit.

If we found our man.

Think yourself lucky to escape a whipping, Jehan.

Now get out of my sight.

Go!

Sergeant!

Take special care at the bridge this time.

So Simon wanted me to be caught.

He must have put the ring in my saddlebag.

Oh, he did.

I thought he was helping me out

of friendship, and goodwill.

A very evil will, Joscelyn.

You provided him with a perfect scapegoat.

He could rid himself of Domville,

claim his inheritance, and add Iveta and her lands

to his great store of wealth.

But he had to ensure that you were captured.

By leaving the so-called sanctuary of the heart,

you foiled his plans.

And I thought him my only friend.

I think you have a much truer friend, much closer to you

than Simon ever was.

One still more, my Lord Barringer.

At least now my Lady De Massard is free to take

a husband of her own choosing.

I wish you well of her, Jos. With all my heart.

What fragrance.

Yes, I planted for fragrance, as well as color,

and medicinal use.

I try to make it my own little evening.

Someday I hope to make our garden at Godrick's

fjord as beautiful as this.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

You know, I sometimes think that the fences

are the gateway to the soul.

We should celebrate them more.

Sounds rather heretical, Cadfael.

Well, sometimes I like to put the sand of doubt

into the oyster of my faith.

Well, I must go.

I have a long journey, and I need my sleep.

I still haven't thrown off worldly vanity.

I have something for you.

A daisy chain?

To remind you of me.

And Daisy, our favorite donkey.

Well, if a donkey was good enough for the Son of God,

surely a daisy is good enough for us.

Well, my friend, it seems your instincts

were sounder than mine.

If only I'd listened.

If only I'd learned the truth a few hours earlier,

Piccard here would still be alive.

No, Hugh.

You will have have nothing to reproach yourself of.

No earthly power could have saved Godfrid Piccard.

What do you make of these bruises on his neck?

There's something odd about the marks left by the fingers,

isn't there?

These impressions were not made by the hands of Simon Aguion.

Oh, yes.

He murdered the Baron de Domville,

but he did not kill Godfrid Piccard.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Surely you'd never shield a murderer, Cadfael?

Did I say he was murdered?

A man dies, strangled.

Yet he was armed.

And he'd had time to draw his dagger.

To draw, but not strike.

It lay by his side, unbloodied.

Now, those who kill with their hands

do so because they have no other weapon.

Who, then?

Who would engage with an armed man,

with nothing but his bare hands? None but a fool.

Or one with little left to lose.

Well, Lazarus, everything has been put right.

The murderer of Huon de Domville is taken, guilty beyond doubt.

And your young friend, Joscelyn Lucy, cleared of any suspicion.

All will be well now with Iveta.

The king will approve Abbot Heribert as her new guardian,

and her wishes, and her happiness will

now be the prime consideration.

You speak only of Domville.

What of the second murder?

I hope no innocent man has been accused of that?

Godfrid Piccard was not murdered.

What do you mean?

He was stopped in the forest and challenged

to single combat.

He was armed with a dagger.

His opponent had only his bare hands.

Piccard must have thought it was so simple.

He didn't realize he was fighting one

who possessed a lion's heart.

He must have had a very grave [inaudible]..

The oldest and the gravest.

For the shameful mistreatment of a lady.

Does anyone else know of this?

Hugh Barringer.

And, of course, the one whose hands strangled

Piccard in fair combat.

But we alone know that of those hands,

the left possessed fewer than five fingers.

Take me one step further, brother, and tell me his name.

It was you.

Guillemont de Massard.

Should I know that name?

My Lord De Massard, I was beside you

at the storming of Jerusalem.

I saw you breach the gate.

I was at Ascalan, too.

Against the Fatimids of Egypt.

Why, after that, did you let yourself be given up for dead?

Brother, I think you ask what you already know.

The Fatimids have excellent physicians.

Wiser than any here.

They recognized the first bitter signs.

I had to protect my wife and son from contagion.

I went to live in a hermitage, and sent my shield,

and my sword back home.

Iveta treasures them.

I decided to return when word reached me that my son had

left behind an orphaned child.

My granddaughter, Iveta.

I wanted to see her enjoy her fortune.

Instead, I found Piccard was ruining her life.

So I ended his.

But your leprosy is no longer contagious.

You are a danger to no man or woman.

And whatever name you've been using these past years,

you are still Guillemont de Massard.

Iveta would revere you, and delight in you.

Why not give her hand in marriage to young Joscelyn?

Brother, you speak of what you do not understand.

Leave my bones in my grave, and my legend alone.

I am a dead man.

But there was one Lazarus who did rise again from his tomb.

To the great joy of his kinswomen.

Is this the face that made his sisters glad?

Let me remain dead, Brother Cadfael.

Iveta and Joscelyn intend coming here to see you.

Well, we wandering lepers are notoriously vague.

Relics.

We drift from shrine to shrine, staying nowhere long.

The fit takes us, and the wind blows us away like dust.

Tell them all is well with me.

For with the dead, all is very well.

Pray for me, brother.

I will come no more to Shrewsbury.

Remember, my Lord de Massard, God

sees not with the eyes of man.

Man beholds only the outward appearance.

God looks on the heart.

Then he shall find it here.

And he shall find it beautiful.

As I do.

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