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[bell ringing]

[theme song]

[singing in latin]

GERVASE: When I took you as wife, Richildis,

I expected better of your son!

RICHILDIS: Gervase, I beg you.

This manor is my inheritance.

That was the bargain, Gervase.

He's shown nothing but contempt for Mallilie.

You think I'll go on nursing this land for one

so ungrateful?

But you have made your will in Edwin's favor.

You have named him your heir.

It is signed and witnessed.

GERVASE: And now revoked.

He shall inherit nothing.

[thunder]

I shall oppose any such change, as your son!

My stepson, Edwin.

You've no right to oppose anything.

I will leave Mallilie to whomever I please.

Mallilie is mine, and I shall have it.

Or as God sees me!

I'll teach you some manners, boy.

Gervase!

Don't cross me in this, Richildis.

You're not above a beating either.

Lay hand to my mother, I'll kill you.

[scream]

Don't you dare threaten me!

Go on!

Run back to your sister and her coffinmaker husband.

You'll burn in hell for this!

Edwin!

[horse whinnies]

Edwin!

[sobbing]

BROTHER JEROME: Father Abbot, whilst copying a letter

of the blessed Saint Augustine, Brother Urien was heard singing

a song of scandalous import.

It was supposedly the lament of a Christian pilgrim imprisoned

by Saracens and comforting himself

by holding to his breast a chemise, given to him

by the lover that he had left behind.

Where did you learn such a song, brother?

From my grandfather, who fought for the cross

at the taking of Jerusalem.

Father, I also recall this lament.

It was a song much favored when I was in the Holy Land,

but I don't recall anything in the words

to suggest that the woman this pilgrim left behind

was anything but his wife.

That is not the point, brother.

It seems to me the whole point,

or are you suggesting that our order should condemn

the sacrament of marriage to those who do

not have a celibate vocation?

Sit down, Brother Jerome.

Sit down, Brother Urien.

Well, if that is all the business

at Chapter this morning.

There are a few documents to be signed, Father.

In particular, the guestship agreement with Gervase Bonel.

Lately retired, Master Bonel grants as his manor

at Mallilie absolutely with his several tenants in return

for one of the Abbey dwellings here in Shrewsbury for himself,

his wife, and his two servants.

There is a house along the Abbey Foregate

most suitable to their purpose.

The details are as usual in such cases.

Each day they shall have two monks' loaves and one servants'

loaf, two gallons monks' ale, one gallon servants' ale,

a dish of meat on meat days, and a fish on fish days.

Their fare is to be collected from the abbot's kitchen

by their manservant.

There is also provision for linen, shoes, and firing,

and livery for one horse.

At the death of either, the other

to retain possession of the house

and receive a portion of all aforesaid provisions,

except that if the wife survives,

she need not be provided with a horse.

These are the terms, Father.

It requires only your signature.

You are all aware that His Holiness Pope Innocent,

to show his support for King Stephen's claim to the throne,

has sent over Cardinal Alberic of Ostia.

Yesterday, I received this instruction.

The cardinal intends to hold a legatine council

for the reform of the Church.

I am summoned to attend and give an account of my stewardship

of this convent.

For the present I may not ratify any agreements

in the name of our house until I am confirmed in office

or a new appointment is made.

Whatever is now incomplete must remain so.

Father, when must you leave?

FATHER: At once.

In my absence, of course, Brother Prior will be

in charge of all things here.

[singing in latin]

[bell tolls]

I tell you, once Brother Prior gets his foot in the door,

it will take a dose of hemlock to get him out again.

[chuckle] I'll put some on the list.

Don't tempt me.

But I'll have some marjoram from you.

Yes, boy?

My master has sent these for the Lord Abbot's table

and thanks him for his attention in the matter

of the guestship agreement.

Guestship?

You're Bonel's servant then, are you?

My name is Aelfric.

Then, we'll see a deal of one another.

I am Brother Petrus, cook to this house.

It's from me that you'll collect your master's daily fare.

AELFRIC: I know my duties.

Though, today, my mistress has a meal ready prepared.

She begs of you a little sage and basil to season her dish.

Sage she can have.

Brother Cadfael here may be able to oblige you with the basil.

What is it, Oswin?

What have you lost?

Old Brother Rhys is in some discomfort

and asks that you might physic him as before.

The rubbing oil is on the top shelf over there.

While over there, you could pass me over some of that basil.

If your mistress needs any more at any time

and the kitchen can't supply it, I

always keep a good stock here.

Sorry, Brother Cadfael.

Don't worry.

No harm.

Oswin!

There's another bottle up there.

Ah! No, no, no.

We mustn't use it now.

Monkshood oil may be very good for a man's outside,

but inside it is very bad indeed.

Right.

You go on ahead.

Make a start.

I'll be along as soon as I've cleared this safely away.

Poisonous then, is it?

No.

Used as a rub to ease aching joints

it's safe enough, but swallowed, no.

Never mind, I'll get some more basil,

and I'll bring it along to your mistress myself.

[ducks quacking]

Meurig speak to Edwin.

I am sure he will be at the carpenter shop.

Ask him, for my sake, to come here and talk to me.

If Master Bonel sees he is contrite,

I am sure he will accept him back in our own house.

MEURIG: He seemed very upset.

[inaudible]

[water running]

He will listen to you.

Ask him to come and make peace with Gervase.

I can ask, mistress.

Please, master.

Come on.

No.

[door unlatches]

Who is that, Oswin?

He was here when I arrived.

An old kinsman of Rhys's.

He offered to help.

CADFAEL: Well, I hope you warned him to wash

his hands well afterwards.

OSWIN: He understands.

I've shown him where to stow the bottle away

safely when he's done.

You see, my kin remember me yet, Cadfael.

This is Meurig, my niece Angharad's boy.

He's taken on my work, I see.

I've worked with horses mostly.

Out at Mallilie, I was servant to Master Bonel.

But he's a carpenter now, working here in Shrewsbury.

Journeyman to Martin Bellecote.

He's making a chest for our library.

MEURIG: There.

Pull up your gown.

Keep the warmth in.

Is that better?

It prickles like nettles to start,

but now there's a fine, easy glow.

Good.

Then lie down and rest.

I don't expect I'll see you again for another twelvemonth.

Back to Cynllaith, is it?

The town, Uncle.

Remember me to your mother, boy.

To Angharad.

To Angharad.

Now, there was a beauty, Cadfael.

You never saw the like.

Tell her to come and visit her old Uncle Rhys.

Angharad.

Angharad.

He often speaks of your mother.

Will he see her do you think?

She's been dead 11 years.

He knows it, or knew it once.

But if she's alive to him again, why should I remind him?

RICHILDIS: How could you, Gervase?

GERVASE: This is my household.

RICHILDIS: You promised after the last time.

Must you humiliate me still?

GERVASE: You've no complaint.

It is my right.

RICHILDIS: She is my maid.

She's little more than a child.

GERVASE: Wife, or no wife.

Scold me, and you'll be sorry, Richildis.

Oh, I-- I was um--

just bringing some, um, herbs for Mistress

Bonel at her servant's request.

I'll make sure she receives them.

PRIOR ROBERT: Mistress Bonel, I am Prior Robert.

I have unfortunate news for your husband,

regarding our guestship agreement.

[singing in latin]

[bell tolls]

Cadfael.

Richildis.

[MUSIC - COLIN TOWNS, "TURN THINE EYES TO SEE"]

(SINGING) O, Holy Land.

Turn thine eyes to see there a maid that bore child.

Gloria.

I thought you must have died fighting in the Holy Land.

What happened?

Did you forget your promise?

No.

Not forget, not that.

But whenever my thoughts strayed towards home,

there was something--

it seemed important then.

I waited Cadfael.

Eight years.

You vowed to return laden with honors

to claim me as your bride.

[sigh] So I did.

Well, the honors were too few.

And my return was too late.

You were already married to Eward Gurney.

Eward was a good man.

Yes, he was.

He was a good husband and father.

I never thought to marry again after he died.

Well, the lord of a manor is a fine catch.

He promised, you see--

not having children of his own, Gervase

promised that if I would have him

he would make Edwin his heir.

But surely your husband has gifted his manor

and lands to the Abbey.

What can this lad of yours have done to make

his stepfather spite him so?

Nothing.

Except that he chooses to be with simple folk and craftsman.

My daughter is married to Martin Bellecote.

The carpenter?

You know him?

Of course.

But-- you have had kin here in Shrewsbury all these years?

Yes.

I never knew.

Edwin spends more time with them

than he ought and has neglected to show

proper concern for Mallilie.

Gervase thinks that such company is beneath a young man

with a manor to inherit.

[bell tolls]

Oh, I must go.

I never thought to look on your face again in this world.

You are happy?

To have found you again, yes.

Well, as I said to your servant,

if you ever have need of herbs, or medicines,

or any proper cause to visit you will find me here most days.

The partridge are a gift for Father Abbot.

Well, in his absence, such bounty should not go to waste.

As from today, Prior Robert will partake of those dishes usually

reserved for the Abbot's table.

Father Prior also bids that you set aside

one portion for Master Bonel and that you send it over to him

with his compliments.

And does Brother Prior have a preference as to how

I should prepare the partridge?

You may prepare the fowl in your usual manner.

[groan]

Oh dear.

[mumbling]

Ohh.

Thank you.

[knock]

Smells good.

It's for the master after the stew.

I'll set it here to keep warm.

Edwin has been helping Meurig with the chest

for the Abbey library, Gervase.

I'm come from delivering it now.

The Prior sent along a special dish for you today,

Master, for after the main.

A serving of partridge with his compliments.

Small price to pay for my manor and lands.

(DISAPPROVING) Gervase.

We should all be enjoying partridge now at Mallilie,

if it wasn't for your son.

Is my stepfather dissatisfied with his half of the bargain?

I thank you to keep silent at table.

You're here on your mother's probation and my sufferance.

Edwin, you have come here to make peace.

[duck quacking]

[knock]

Did Edwin come ahead of me?

He's with Master and Mistress now.

Will you wait with us?

Gladly.

[sniff]

Mm.

I came here to make peace for my mother's sake.

Came crawling back for your inheritance, more like.

Devil take you, Gervase Bonel.

I want nothing of yours.

- Get out! - No!

Get out!

Let me go.

Let me go!

You keep away from this house, Edwin Gurney.

I find you sniffing around here, and I'll have your hide.

Calm yourself, master.

He's gone.

Now, come, Gervase.

Aldith, bring some more wine for Master Bonel and the partridge

that the Prior sent.

Aelfric, go after Edwin.

Make sure he's all right.

AELFRIC: Edwin!

Edwin!

Edwin, come back!

[belch]

[cough]

Has that sweetened your temper?

You're as surly-tongued as that son of yours.

What I ever did to deserve such a sc--

[coughing]

[gagging]

- Oh, Oswin! - Brother, come quickly.

RICHILDIS: He was taken with a burning

in the mouth and the throat, and then willed it to vomit

but could not.

Lift his head, Oswin.

Do you have a-- a bowl somewhere?

We must try and get it out of him.

Even though it may do as much harm

coming up as it did going down.

[vomiting]

Let him lie back.

[agonized groaning]

I'm very sorry.

He shall lie in our chapel until all can be arranged.

No.

Nothing must be removed or disturbed until the Sheriff

and his officers have examined everything.

This is no ordinary death.

Master Bonel died of poison, taken in food

that he'd eaten recently.

Poison?

How can that be?

We've all eaten the same, every one of us.

All but this dish.

[sniff]

The Prior sent it over from his own table.

Oswin, run to the Prior.

Quickly, Oswin!

We have one death here already to account for.

Pray Heaven we must face no second.

How would the effect of this poison first

manifest itself, Brother?

A burning of the throat and lips, difficulty in breathing.

Do you have any such symptoms?

No.

No.

Nothing at all, but at Brother Oswin's urgings I--

I rid myself of all I'd eaten.

That was well-advised, Oswin.

Even so, had you ingested the same poison as Master Bonel,

the symptoms would have shown themselves by now.

So you maintain that Master Bonel was poisoned?

Oh, yes.

I could detect the smell on his lips

and in the remains of the dish he ate, the dish you sent him.

PRIOR ROBERT: Yet I am unharmed.

How can that be if we both ate of the same tainted bird?

Evidently, the poison was added to his portion

after it was set aside.

Yes.

But what is this poison that you can be quite so sure

of your judgment? - It's a rubbing oil.

I make it from the plant monkshood.

Well, if you can make medicines from this plant,

so can anyone. - Yes.

But I know the odor of my own specific.

There can be no doubt.

You may put things in order here.

I've seen all there is to be seen.

PRIOR ROBERT: Sergeant.

Brother Cadfael has asserted that Master

Bonel is dead of poison.

Is there anything you've seen that would support

such an extravagant claim?

Oh, it's poison, right enough.

CADFAEL: So you'll send for Hugh Beringar?

No need.

I shall have the murderer in custody by dark.

It's his stepson, Edwin Gurney.

He was being dispossessed by this guestship contract

and had much to regain by rendering it void.

You seem very certain of his guilt.

I already have sufficient evidence to stretch his neck.

He was at the infirmary this morning, where

I believe the poison is kept.

He quarreled with his stepfather and went

through the empty kitchen when he stormed out.

No one can say he didn't stop for a moment

to dose the partridge with your mixture.

Whoever stole the poison, be it

from my store or the infirmary, must have

brought something to put it in.

Yes.

Of course.

Then I suggest you pay special attention to the clothing

of any man you suspect.

Are you teaching the sergeant his business, Brother?

I'm talking about certain peculiarities of my business,

Brother Prior, which may help to prevent a mistake.

This oil leaves both stain and odor,

where but a drop seeps through.

By your leave, Brother.

I think we'll first lay hands on the culprit.

I doubt we'll need your learned advice once we have him.

You will prepare Master Bonel for burial.

[duck quacks]

And there, Brother, your involvement in this business

ends.

Is that understood?

I'll see to it that he's laid out decently.

Cadfael, you must help me.

In the sergeant's mind, Edwin is already condemned.

I cannot interfere.

But for my sake.

No, especially not for your sake.

Don't you see?

If what we once were to each other became known,

then anything I might find out to help your son

would become suspect.

Then, Edwin is as good as hanged,

and you will have abandoned me again.

SERGEANT: Mistress Bellecote, you have a lad here

by the name of Edwin Gurney?

SIBIL: My brother, yes.

But he's not home.

What do you want with him?

At your mother's house, where he

visited this morning, Master Gervase Bonel is lying dead,

murdered.

It is on suspicion of his murder that I want this young man.

Is that enough for you?

Wash him down, Oswin.

There's plenty of lavender in my workshop to perfume his shroud.

Are you not preparing him yourself?

I have an errand in town.

Prior Robert warned you.

Master Bonel can't go to his grave

without a coffin, Brother.

Master Bellecote, I am not asking you where he is, only

if you think it possible that he could have done what

they're urging against him.

No.

It is not.

If ever a creature made his feelings known,

that's my brother.

And my Tom the same.

If either of them is a grievance, everyone knows it.

The grudges they've never borne.

Though what concern it is of yours, I do not know.

Mistress Bellecote, did you ever hear your mother speak

of a young man she was fond of as a girl

and then left for the Holy Land?

Yes.

Many times she talked of him and wondered of his fate.

I was that young man.

You?

Yes.

Cadfael?

Yes.

So you are here on her behalf?

I am here to order a coffin.

But you have come in friendship to Edwin?

To any who may fall suspect unjustly.

And I shall do what I can to uncover the guilty.

Should anyone have reason to speak

to me I am usually to be found in my workshop in the herb

garden.

I shall be there this evening until matins.

It's all right.

I'm quite alone.

Come in.

Go over to the fire.

Let me see your faces.

Tom said you were a friend.

First, answer this question, Edwin, and then we can talk.

Did you strike the blow that laid Gervase

Bonel dead in his blood?

No.

I carry no weapon.

And even if I did, why should I harm him?

He disinherited you.

I was truly sorry to lose Mallilie,

but I was born to trade, Brother, not to a manor.

No, whoever wounded him to his death, it was not me.

Where have you been then since this morning?

He went to hide in Father's woodyard.

We always do if there's trouble.

I got him away moments ahead of a search,

and there are places enough to hide in the town.

And you got in here with no one seeing you?

We came by the parish and through the cloisters.

Followed our noses once we were in the gardens.

Smells good.

Not all my medicines smell quite so appetizing.

Though myself, I wouldn't even call this one unpleasant.

Hm.

It's powerful certainly, but it's a nice, clean smell.

There you are.

You drink that down.

Go on.

After the day you've had, that will revive you.

I remember that smell.

Stop!

What is it, Brother? What?

Forgive me.

I wanted to be certain.

Of what, Brother?

Your stepfather wasn't cut down,

Edwin, with sword nor dagger.

He died of poison, this same oil of monkshood.

Given to him in a dish of food, sent by the Prior.

Poison?

You said--

No, no.

I didn't say anything.

You assumed that he was stabbed.

Now, of course, that you could have been feigning.

He did not know.

All the sergeant said was murdered, but not how.

EDWIN: I knew about the dish the Prior sent.

Yes, and also where the monkshood could be found.

You remembered the smell.

That could only have been from the infirmary.

But had you known, as the poisoner certainly

did, the great danger to anyone who swallowed it,

I don't think you would have been quite so

eager to drain this beakerful.

[church bell ringing]

I must go to matins.

You-- you won't give him up?

No.

He can stay here tonight, safely enough, but uh--

tomorrow, we have to get you out early, to a safer hiding place.

Let me help you, brother.

Oh, good day, Brother Porter.

BROTHER PORTER: Where are you going?

CADFAEL: Come on, Oswin. The horse-fair stables.

Brother Porter.

Brother Porter, which of the brethren just

went through this door?

[singing in latin]

[horse neighs]

I can't leave you the key.

I must return it.

But I won't leave you locked in either.

Go on.

Burrow into the hay out of sight.

You can sleep the day out.

How am I to be bettered by this, Brother?

I can't lie hidden forever.

The only way you can be bettered,

Edwin, is by uncovering the man who did this thing

that you're charged with.

And that task has fallen to me for my own honor

as much as yours.

SERGEANT: Ah, Brother, I've been asking the lad here

if he has any idea as to the amount

of monkshood oil in your store.

He's not been able to tell me.

Hasn't he?

Oh, no.

Well, he's very slipshod.

It'd be useful to know from which supply of yours

the poison was taken, you see.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

I do see, yes.

Well, um, the amount needed will be very small, and as you see,

my stock is quite large.

So no one could say whether any

had been taken out unlawfully.

Well, I examined the stoppers and the necks of all

these bottles yesterday, and there was

no trace of oil around the lip.

I mean I doubt if a thief in haste

would bother to wipe the lip clean

before he put the stopper back in the bottle, as I always do.

It's more likely it was taken from the infirmary then.

Yes. Yes.

It is. You've been there?

None of them can hazard an opinion.

Among the old, the oil is in favored use now.

Who can guess if it was used one more

time without lawful reason?

Well, whoever used the poison would

want to dispose of the bottle as quickly

and as cleanly as possible.

If I were you, I should be looking very carefully

for a small vial anywhere within a modest distance of the house.

What were you doing leaving the enclave

with Brother Cadfael so early before Prime this morning?

This morning?

Yes, Brother Oswin, this morning.

I can't remember, Brother.

Are you ill?

No.

It's-- it's just that I have so many tasks, and one

day is very like the next.

Brother Cadfael told Brother Porter that you were headed

for the horse-fair stables.

Oh, yes, of course.

The stables.

You were present yesterday when

I warned Brother Cadfael against involving himself

in Master Bonel's death.

If I discover either of you disobeying me,

you will be given cause to regret it.

Richildis, did Gervase ever draw up the deed

that made Edwin his heir?

Yes.

But the agreement with the Abbey has a later date.

But that has no validity now.

The only thing that stands between Edwin and his manor

is this threat of arrest.

If he was convicted of killing your husband,

what would happen to Mallilie?

Who would inherit?

As widow, I should get my dower,

but the manor could only revert to the overlord,

the Earl of Chester.

There is no other legitimate heir.

You're certain?

No nephew, cousin, someone in the shire.

He has no one, or he would never have

promised me Mallilie for Edwin.

Oh, Cadfael, did you take it so hard?

Did it have to be the cloister?

I have wondered about you so often and for so long.

I never knew I had done you such an injury.

The whole fault was mine.

And I've wished you well always.

As I do now.

But I must go.

You stayed away too long.

Good night, Richildis.

God bless you, Cadfael.

Father, it has come to my knowledge,

that before his call to this blessed vocation

Brother Cadfael was in a relationship

of worldly affection with the lady who is now Mistress Bonel.

[monks whispering]

PRIOR ROBERT: We ourselves know that he attended

Master Bonel's deathbed.

We have no reproach to make on that count.

Oh no, there's no question of that, Father.

But only last night, our valued brother once again visited

and spoke with the widow.

[whispering]

Is it true, Brother?

That Mistress Bonel was intimately known to you?

If by that you mean only well and closely,

and on terms of affection, yes, it is.

Two days ago, in attending a sick man

you had a right and proper reason for going there.

Last night, you surely had none.

I went to ask her certain questions,

which may have a bearing upon the murder of her husband.

That is the business of the Sheriff and his sergeants.

None of yours.

It was my preparation intended to bring

comfort in the relief of pain that was used to bring death.

Neither this house, nor I as a brother herein can be at peace

until the truth is known.

I understand that there's no doubt

who committed this wicked act.

I think there's a very grave doubt.

Yes.

And in saying so, you show a lack of faith

in those who uphold the law.

It is an arrogant attitude, and I deplore it.

[whispering]

You will confine yourself to the enclave

and have no further contact with Mistress Bonel.

I shall obey the order laid upon me, as I am in duty bound.

[knock]

SERGEANT: You won't find any horses up there, Brother.

Now, come down here at once.

Come on.

I knew you'd lead us to him in the end.

[horse neighs]

No!

[grunt]

[horse whinnies]

SERGEANT: I know it's only Brother Cadfael's Christian

duty to do his best for the lad, but might it

not be better to let him die.

If he survives, it'll only to be to face the hangman's rope.

If he dies, Sergeant, I shall stand witness against you

for unlawful killing.

Be silent and tend your charge.

The Sergeant need have no compunction.

Such is his duty as an officer of the King.

Is it his duty to kill an innocent boy?

Edwin Gurney's not innocent.

And this boy is not Edwin Gurney.

His name is Tom Bellecote.

Brother Cadfael is mistaken.

CADFAEL: There's no mistake.

His mother's Sibil Bellecote, daughter of Mistress Bonel,

and until now, he's had no part in this mischief.

I leave Shrewsbury in your care for three days, Sergeant.

Three days, and what welcomes my return?

One murder, a fugitive suspect, and a boy innocent of any crime

almost killed at my feet.

My Lord--

You will take no further part in this inquiry, Sergeant.

Now get out!

Brother Prior, I'd be grateful in the future

if you will leave to the Law that which

is the Law's business.

"No further part in the inquiry."

Aye, well, we'll see about that.

Brother Porter!

You think there's a doubt then?

Oh, I have no doubt at all.

Edwin Gurney is innocent of even the thought of murder.

I tested him myself.

He would have drunk the poison if I hadn't stopped him.

But you did stop him.

Perhaps, he counted on that.

Oh, [scoffs] some gamble.

I am telling you Edwin Gurney did not

know that monkshood could kill.

Would you accept his story so readily

if he were not Richildis' boy?

Well, I have my answer.

Though it's hardly the one I'd hoped for.

Wounded, My Lord?

Brother Cadfael is doing all that can be done.

I must go to him.

If you have any idea where Edwin is, Master Bellecote,

you must tell me.

Yes, My Lord.

I'm certain none of us here know

his whereabouts, My Lord, as I'm also certain of his innocence.

And yet, Master Bonel was poisoned.

Tell me, Meurig, were you alone at any time

with the dish of partridge?

Me?

No, My Lord.

I wasn't.

Aldith and Aelfric can witness for me on that count.

You had no quarrel with him then?

Well?

He did not treat the womenfolk as a husband or a master

should, but it was not my place to say so.

He always dealt with me fairly.

And yet he didn't bring you to serve him here in Shrewsbury,

did he? Why was that?

There was only room for two servants,

but he took trouble to apprentice

me with Master Bellecote.

And for that I'm grateful.

Meurig, should I need to question

you further, you will be here?

My Lord, I received news this morning

that my grandfather is taken ill, not expected to live.

I would have left at once, but Master

said you'd want to see me.

Now, you have seen me, and unless you order against it,

I will go.

[duck quacking]

Tell me, Aldith, was anyone alone with the partridge

for even a moment?

Not once it arrived, I set it on the hob to keep warm.

Let it stay till I took it through.

And it was here when Master Edwin

passed through the kitchen?

Yes, My Lord.

[duck quacks]

The girl, you've had her long?

I've known her from almost a child.

I took her in when she was left orphaned two years ago.

She got on well enough with your husband then?

Has she said otherwise?

No, no, no, no.

She's a loyal servant.

Yours was a happy marriage then, Mistress Bonel?

My husband was already long widowed when I met him, set

in his habits in all things.

When we wed, I neither hoped nor tried to change him.

That doesn't really answer my question.

It answers you very well.

You think that I would poison my husband?

To what gain?

I have lost my home.

And if you are to have your will, my son also?

My will, mistress, is to have the truth of this matter.

Now, I understand that Meurig also worked for Master Bonel

before he went to work for your son-in-law.

His mother was maid to Gervase's first wife, and

a good servant by all accounts.

But apparently, there was a fair,

and she met a young man, a cooper or tinker of some sort.

And fell pregnant?

With his wife being so fond of her,

Gervase kept Angharad on and maintained

her until she died and found work

for Meurig in the stables too.

There was no bad blood between them?

They rubbed along together very quietly, never any sparks.

Not like with Aelfric.

Or your son, mistress.

Master Bonel promised to grant my freedom upon his retirement.

But when the time came--

He reneged.

I went to the court at Cynllaith to plead my case.

They judged I was Master Bonel's servant

until he chose to release me.

And you accepted their judgment?

Not gladly.

But it was the law.

Tell me, Aelfric, if you were granted your freedom,

what would you do?

I suppose I should go back to Wales.

Find work there.

But I am still bound until we know whether Edwin

is master of Mallilie.

That, of course, depends on whether he's hanged for murder

or not.

You still have kinfolk in the border land, Brother?

No.

Not any longer.

Dead.

All dead.

I shall be with them soon.

Yeah, but you still have a niece, Meurig's mother.

Angharad. Bless you, Brother.

She died many years ago in childbirth.

The babe also.

So young she was.

She was a maid servant at Mallilie, I understand.

A bad lot, the Bonels.

English.

You get used to most foreign families in time, but them, no.

No.

Mallilie's nothing but a thorn in the side of Cynllaith.

So--

BROTHER RHYS: Angharad.

Cynllaith.

Even though held by an Englishman,

Mallilie is Welsh land.

Subject to the laws of Wales, not Norman England.

BROTHER RHYS: Yes.

It's Welsh and always should have been.

[ducks quacking]

[dog barks in the distance]

[bell tolls]

[speaking latin]

It was down by the edge of the pond,

like you said, next to the house.

I tell you this.

It couldn't have been thrown from the kitchen window,

as you thought. It was too far along.

But what about the window of the other room?

Where they were dining?

- Yeah. - Yes.

From there it might well have been.

Well, then Edwin was in full view of the entire meal.

No one was alone in the room until after Sergeant

Warden had come and gone.

So if the poisoner was carrying this around all that time,

leaking as it is, the marks of the oil

will still be on his clothing.

He might try to scrub the stain away.

Yeah.

He might, but it won't be easily removed.

And who can afford to discard cotte or gown?

Brother Cadfael, Father Prior wishes to see you.

Did you think I would forget your disobedience?

Time and again, you've disregarded my instruction.

And seeking what-- what vain glorious end I know not,

have chosen to follow your own will.

I am not disposed as Abbot Heribert

to indulge in such worldly behavior.

I've been lenient, but this latest outrage

will not pass uncorrected.

Which particular outrage is this?

By involving him in your meddling,

you have corrupted Brother Oswin.

PRIOR ROBERT: You will leave the Abbey tonight

and travel to the sheepfold at Rhydycroesau.

There you may contemplate your future in our order.

If you can show yourself willing to embrace the rule,

then you'll be welcome back.

If not, there can be no place for you here.

[dramatic music playing]

You're going somewhere?

Brother Prior, you must let me go to Hugh Beringar.

A man's life may depend on it.

I am thinking of a man's soul.

The rule tells us that when a brother has been corrected

often for a fault, as you have, the abbot

should act as wise doctor.

Brother Cadfael has--

Do not invoke the name of that incorrigible.

If Abbot Heribert were here--

Oh, yes, yes.

News from legatine council is rather grave, Brother.

It seems that Father Heribert is to be replaced in office.

Good day, friend.

Can you tell me the road to Rhydycroesau?

Oh, it's straight down there, Brother.

A few miles.

Thank you.

MAN: Come on.

Come on now.

[singing in latin]

Mallilie.

[horse neighs]

[chicken clucking]

[knocking]

I'm here to speak with Aelfric.

My Lord, we have been trying to reach

you since early this morning ever since we found out.

It's Aelfric, My Lord.

He slipped away during the night.

By running away, Edwin, you've lent

weight to the case against you.

Now, take thought.

Go back to Shrewsbury.

So they can deal with him like Tom?

Deliver yourself up to Hugh Beringar.

Shh.

SERGEANT: Open to the Law!

Go into the back.

[knock]

CADFAEL: No, Edwin!

You've kept me from my quarry once too often, Brother,

but this time I have him.

Edwin Gurney, I arrest you for the murder of Gervase Bonel.

I know the law, Sergeant Warden.

You have no power here.

This is Welsh land.

We are not bound by English law.

Murder is murder under whatever law.

Just count yourself lucky I have to get

my prisoner back to Shrewsbury.

Otherwise, I'd drag you to the commote court myself

on a charge of assisting a fugitive, impudent bastard.

CADFAEL: What brought you to this place, Sergeant?

SERGEANT: You did, Brother.

When Master Gurney here slipped the net,

I took it upon me to reason where he might run to.

And you set your mind on Mallilie?

We watched you this morning and simply followed your trail.

"Where the one casts up," I said, "the other won't be far."

Then, Hugh Beringar didn't send you?

No.

In fact, he doesn't even know we're here.

What a fine surprise he'll get when

he sees the fish I've landed.

You treat him fairly, Sergeant,

or you'll answer to me for it.

How did you find us?

Through Brother Rhys.

If you're going to lie about visiting

ailing grandfathers, lad, you might

make sure they're still alive.

It was all I could think of.

I had to get Edwin away, and I've

no other kin in these parts.

Well, what about your father's side?

I'm a bastard, Brother Cadfael.

I don't know who my father is.

Then, who sired the other baby, the one who died

with your mother in childbirth?

Brother Rhys told me--

My mother died of a fever.

Rhys's mind wanders.

Christ god!

Why did you have to lead them here?

Edwin would have been safe, but for you.

Sergeant!

Where did you find him?

Not far from Mallilie.

Your Brother Cadfael lead us straight to the door.

How can that be?

I ordered him to Rhydycroesau.

Then, he's lost in more ways than one.

PRIOR ROBERT: Mallilie?

From there we followed him to some old holding that

belonged to Meurig's grandsire.

He was there also, My Lord.

The lad Meurig.

This is intolerable.

Brother Cadfael will be cast out from the Abbey

for this continued disobedience.

Warden, you transfer Master Gurney to the castle's cells.

And mind you go gently this time.

Jehan, fetch my horses from the stable.

Yes, sir.

Where are you going, My Lord?

Last night, Aelfric quit the Bonel's household.

It's my belief he headed for Mallilie.

I must find Brother Cadfael.

CADFAEL (VOICEOVER): Neither this house nor I

can be at peace until the truth is known.

BROTHER RHYS (VOICEOVER): Mallilie is Welsh.

CADFAEL (VOICEOVER): Then Mallilie is

subject to the laws of Wales.

BROTHER RHYS (VOICEOVER): Welsh.

CADFAEL (VOICEOVER): Not Norman England.

RICHILDIS (VOICEOVER): Edwin is as good as hanged.

CADFAEL (VOICEOVER): Not Norman England.

RICHILDIS (VOICEOVER): You shall have abandoned me again.

All those having business at the final summer session

of this court in the commote of Cynllaith

draw near and give your attention.

My Lords, my name is Aelfric.

[murmuring]

Some of you here know me.

I've come to ask the court to grant me

the freedom promised and then denied by my late master,

Gervase Bonel.

With the court's leave.

Meurig?

Keep your peace but a moment longer, Aelfric.

You shall have your freedom.

Declare yourself and your business.

My name is Meurig, son of Angharad,

daughter of Ifor ap Morgan.

By Welsh law, I lay claim to the manor of Mallilie,

for by that same Angharad I am the son of Gervase Bonel, who

held Mallilie while he lived.

Will the court hear me?

We must and will hear whoever comes with an urgent plea

such as yours.

The court will accept that by Welsh law

a son is a son whether born in or out

of wedlock, provided his father has acknowledged him.

That is so.

I have here a letter, given to me by my mother

before she died.

The letter is written in the form of a contract.

In it Gervase Bonel acknowledges me as his only natural son.

As for her part, my mother agreed

to keep the truth of my parentage secret

in exchange for an allowance as long as she lived.

The courts will understand that I

am bound by no such stricture.

[murmuring]

We are agreed that you are who you purport to be

and that you have the right to make a claim upon the land.

However, it is known there was an agreement,

never completed, to hand over the manor to Shrewsbury Abbey.

Now, since no notice has been given beforehand,

we must, for form's sake, put it to the assembly.

If there is anyone here who has objection,

let him stand forward now and speak.

[murmuring]

Yes.

There is one who has something to say

before sanction is granted.

There is an impediment.

JUDGE: You are here to speak on behalf of your abbey, Brother?

I am here to speak on behalf of Gervase Bonel.

I do not understand you.

You said there was impediment.

I approve and endorse the law of Wales.

It says that a son born out of wedlock may inherit,

but not a son who has murdered his father, as this man has.

But that is a most grave charge.

If you are in earnest, you must now make good

what you have said or withdraw.

That I will do.

My name is Cadfael.

I am a brother of Shrewsbury.

I am also the herbalist who made the oil with which

Gervase Bonel was poisoned.

So my honor also is involved.

I was called to attend the dead man,

and I am here now to demand justice for him.

Cadfael?

CADFAEL (VOICEOVER): You, if you have followed me to Mallilie,

follow now to Cynllaith.

Ever since he grew to manhood, Meurig

has known that his position as heir was unassailable.

That is not so.

My father made a will naming his stepson, Edwin Gurney, heir.

You know the law better than that, Meurig.

Such a will could never have stood against the claims

of a true son of the blood.

But when your father granted Mallilie to the Abbey,

that was a different matter.

Had the agreement been ratified at once,

I truly believe that in time Meurig would have

become reconciled to his loss.

But the delay caused him to hope again,

and to look for some means to prevent

it ever being completed.

However, it was mere chance--

and that's resulting from an act of kindness--

that showed him where to find the means to kill.

And a great pity it is, because he was

never meant to be a murderer.

I could as well put forward the same story

against Aelfric or Edwin.

There's little proof.

But I will not.

Now, they at least had time alone with the dish in which

to add the poison unseen.

So did you also.

Not much, I grant you, but sufficient for your purpose.

When, Brother?

I was in plain sight from the moment I arrived

till my father took ill.

It's true, Brother.

Aldith and I had just served the stew

and gone out to the kitchen when Meurig

knocked on the back door.

If he'd have gone near the dish, we would have seen him.

So the dish was in the kitchen?

Warming on the hob, yes.

Brother, I didn't even know who the dish was meant for.

Aelfric, when you were serving the stew,

didn't you tell your master about this special dish

that the Prior sent him?

Aldith did.

But there's no way Meurig could have known.

Not at all.

Unless he was in the kitchen and overheard.

AELFRIC: But he wasn't.

Not till some moments later.

Aldith and I saw him arrive.

The second time, yes.

But not the first.

While you were serving the main meal,

could Meurig not have entered the kitchen, overheard what

Aldith was saying, added the monkshood to the dish,

and then crept away as quietly as he'd come?

My Lords, the Sheriff's officers

have held from the beginning that my father's

stepson did this deed.

If there was any proof to entangle me in such a tale,

I should have known it from the Sheriff.

Then, know it now.

My Lords, the poison that killed Gervase Bonel

was carried in this small vial.

I did not find this.

It was found by an innocent young novice, who

has nothing to gain by lying.

It has been proved to my satisfaction

that it was impossible for Edwin Gurney to have left this

where it was discovered.

Now, you see the stains down the side?

That is where the oil has leaked, because it

was stoppered in haste.

Yet the poisoner carried it on his person until such time

as he could dispose of it unobserved.

Now, in that condition, oil without as well as within,

it would have left a greasy stain and a strong smell.

As I recall, Meurig, wasn't that the scrip

you were wearing that day?

Let Their Lordships examine it, hm?

With the vial in their hands, and

see whether it didn't lie within there for an hour or so before

leaving its mark and odor.

No.

Why should I submit to this indignity?

He's the Abbey's man, sent to besmirch my claim.

It is a reasonable requirement.

Come.

Unbuckle and give up your scrip.

But this is a nonsense.

Aelfric could just as well have done this deed.

Now, he was alone with the dish all

the way down from the Abbey.

Well, I'm sure Aelfric has no objection to delivering

his scrip for examination.

Stay back, monk, or I'll make an end of you here and now.

All of you, stay back.

No!

[gasp]

[groaning]

Stop him!

[interposing voices]

Come on.

Go after him.

I came as soon as I could.

To arrest the wrong man it seems.

I must go. - No!

You're not going anywhere.

Look after him until I return.

Where are you going?

My medicines.

I've left them all at Mallilie.

I didn't come here expecting a fight.

But then, I wasn't reckoning with Hugh Beringar.

Cadfael.

Now, be easy.

I'll be back soon as I can.

You knew I would be waiting.

Yes.

And yet you came back alone.

Do you want to die?

Perhaps, my time has come.

I am prepared.

Are you not afraid of death?

It comes to us all, Meurig.

Gervase Bonel, you, I, we all have to die.

Every one of us sooner or later.

But we do not have to kill.

I cannot.

Oh God!

If I could face my own death so, for I owe it and dare not pay.

Help me to be fit to die.

You've been conscience to other men in your time.

For God's sake, hear my confession.

I am not a priest.

I cannot give you absolution.

But you can.

None but you who knows the worst of me.

Listen.

And then deliver me to be hanged.

Speak then, if that will give you ease.

Those things you said, never meant to be a murderer.

Haven't I just proved it?

I'm still alive.

And it wasn't fear that stayed your hand.

There is good in you, Meurig.

However deeply it may lie buried.

But Gervase also bred in you deceit and a resentful nature.

That was your true inheritance.

Oh, yes.

I knew the sort of man your father was,

and it was that that finally led me to the truth

about your kinship, because if he could ill-use Aldith the way

he did, then why not some other serving girl?

Especially one as beautiful as your mother, Angharad.

I never hated my father.

But Mallilie I truly loved.

If only I could have come by it cleanly.

But there is justice, and I've lost.

Now, deliver me up.

Let me pay for his death with mine.

What benefit to the world would your death bring?

What must I do, Brother?

CADFAEL: Give your love freely, and look for nothing in return.

No man is measured by the love he gives to others,

but by how much he is loved.

[murmuring]

Brother Cadfael, what a joy to see you.

You're so welcome home again.

CADFAEL: Well, so it seems, if this reception is for me.

Brother Cadfael, you dare to return on such a day as this.

After all you have done.

Father Prior, he's here.

PRIOR ROBERT: Father, you are most heartily welcome home.

There is no one here but rejoices

to see you back among us.

Indeed, Robert, I am happy to be back with you.

But I must inform all here that I am no longer

your abbot, only your brother.

It was judged best another should have charge.

So here I present to you Father Radulfus, appointed

by the legatine council to have rule in our abbey

from this day forth.

Receive your new abbot and reverence him, Brothers, as I,

Brother Heribert of this house, have already done.

And to you, Father Abbot, I make known Brother Robert Pennant,

who has been an exemplary support to me as Prior,

and I'm sure he will serve you with the same selfless

devotion.

I trust all has been well here while Brother

Heribert was away?

PRIOR ROBERT: No, Father.

It has not.

I feel there is one among us who has committed

faults of so serious a nature that he

no longer has a place here.

Of whom do you speak?

PRIOR ROBERT: I speak of Brother Cadfael, Father.

He has endeavored to corrupt novices.

He has disobeyed every order laid upon him,

and has followed his own will with blatant disregard

for the rule.

And by so doing, he has saved the lives of three men,

myself included.

My Lord Beringar, it is not your place to interfere

in the business of this abbey.

And it is not your place, Brother Prior,

to speak to guests of this house in such a way.

[murmuring]

Furthermore, it is not your place

to say who is fit to serve this house, but mine.

I will hear your complaint against Brother Cadfael,

and I shall decide whether he is to stay or no.

Come, Brothers.

[murmuring]

They told me you were leaving.

CADFAEL: Yes.

I came to thank you.

There was no need.

To say goodbye then.

We leave for Mallilie today.

CADFAEL: That's well.

I'm sure Edwin will prove a fine lord for the manor.

He choose wisely picking Aelfric for steward.

I know the pains you went to on Edwin's behalf

were not without cost.

CADFAEL: I did what had to be done, no more.

And whatever the cost, it was but little against what I owe.

And well worth the paying.

You are not in debt to me, Cadfael, real or imagined.

You have delivered my son from the executioner's rope.

If there's anything owed--

To part in friendship is a reward greater

than I could have hoped for.

Must it be a parting?

Come with me.

I took my vows for life, Richildis.

But you are leaving.

Only for a few days.

One of the lay brothers at the grange

has been taken ill with a chest complaint,

and I must medicine him before it turns into anything worse.

Oh, I thought--

I know, but how could I leave the herbarium in Oswin's hands?

[giggling]

Oh, yes.

Let me remember you like that.

Shall I see you again?

Under the certainty of Heaven, all that we can be sure of

is tomorrow.

When yesterday is already ours, what more can we ask?

[bell tolls]

[theme music]

[singing in latin]