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[bell tolls]

MONKS: [non-english singing]

[soft piano music]

[gasping]

[cries out]

Edward.

God, make haste to call him, for pity's sake.

Brother Cadfael, what have you brought?

More paynim poppy.

But with hemlock.

One thimble full may dull the pain.

Nothing dulls the pain.

But take great care, Judith.

Two thimbles full and the pain will be dulled forever.

[edward groans and screams]

[bell tolls]

FATHER ABBOT: Oh god whose nature

is ever to show mercy and forbearance,

we humbly entreat thee for the soul of thy

servant Edward Perle, who at thy bidding

has departed from this life.

A benefactor of the Abbey, he died shriven of his sins.

Therefore, do not deliver him into the enemy's hands

or put him out of mind forever.

But bid they holy angels welcome him

and lead him home to paradise.

[bell tolls]

[non-english speech]

MAN: Amen.

FATHER ABBOT: [non-english speech]

A pretty notion.

A pretty woman.

And available again.

Do you still feel the heat at your age, Master Fuller?

Oh, I think I can offer her more than you, Master Hynde.

She has wealth enough.

But I doubt you could satisfy her other needs.

FULLER: I'll show her.

No, because I'll be there before you.

Ssh!

Father.

[non-english speech]

Bertred?

Are you also in the race?

I, sir?

I am just a weaver.

But would like to weave with Mistress Perle, no doubt.

Perhaps she will marry the master.

It would be convenient.

FULLER: Her cousin Miles?

She will not marry a blood relative.

Leads to madness.

Ssh!

As my dear father says, ssh!

MAN: Amen.

Sadness becomes her.

But she'll soon be ripe for the plucking.

[buzz of conversations]

WOMAN: I can't do eleven.

I can't do eleven.

Master Fuller.

MAN: Yeah, we'll take some more of them.

Over here!

I need another three over here.

I own a dye house and fulling works.

Yes, I know.

Your workshop here makes the finest cloth.

I know that, too.

My business and your business, put together, run together,

would become a power in the shire, let alone the town.

You would stand to gain as much as I--

in terms of wealth at least.

Thank you, Branwen, you may go.

Yes, mistress.

Besides.

Would I make such a repulsive husband?

True, I value of money.

But I also value appearance.

Even refinement.

I would see to it that my wife was as handsomely

adorned as any in the county.

I have no desire to be adorned.

Then merely think.

If we could bring the whole trade together in our hands--

I do not propose to marry again!

You cannot cling to the past forever Judith.

No matter how fragrant.

Master Fuller!

I would discuss the colors you are to use on the new cloth.

Are you master here?

No?

Then pray, wait your mistress's bidding.

I am more master, sir, than you will ever be.

Mistress Perle?

Oh, am I proceeded by the fat old man today?

No matter.

At least I court the lady on equal terms, Master Hynde.

I do not sniff after her wealth.

I do not have a father who's refused to pay my debts.

And I have never left a woman wanting where it matters most.

Stop!

Stop!

[sobs]

Why should I not cling to the past,

to Edward, if you are the future?

I shall have none of you.

None of you.

MAN: Go on, then, back to work!

Mind your business!

Go on!

[conversations resume]

Miles.

Miles!

Why do you allow that Godfrey Fuller to be always here?

He dyes our cloth, Mother.

He pursues Judith!

What if she should marry him?

She will not marry.

Because her heart is still with Edward?

Can she mourn forever?

Ah.

We have had little chance to speak, Brother Cadfael,

since Edward died.

Did I do wrong?

You sought to spare him torture.

But to foreshorten life.

Some would call that murder, would they not?

We can never be certain the potion took his life.

He was going to die with or without it.

The illness was too far gone.

But he did not ask to die.

If only he could have asked and let

me know it was not just I who could bear it no longer.

Judith, you loved Edward as few men are ever loved.

Now, if God is just--

Love does not excuse everything.

No, but when we have found it, and been

as blessed as you and Edward were,

let us not deny its worth.

If Edward sees me now--

He will understand.

And love you still.

I must move from here.

It has too many memories.

I shall live at our workshop with Cousin

Miles and Aunt Agatha.

And this house?

Be it known to all, present and future, that I, Judith,

widow of Edward Perle, being in full health of mind,

by this charter give to God and the Abbey of the monks

of Shrewsbury, my dwelling called the Rose House,

together with its garden.

In return, the monks of Shrewsbury

undertake to pray for my late husband's soul

until the Day of Judgment.

They also undertake to make annual payment,

during my lifetime, of one rose from the white

rose bush that grows in the garden of the Rose House.

That single rose to be delivered to me, Judith Perle,

upon the first day of each July in remembrance of my husband.

It is a nonsense, of course, this rose rent.

But, then, such are the whims of women.

Not unreasonable as far as the Abbey's concerned,

Brother Jerome.

Rose petals in exchange for a sturdy house?

Which can command a sturdy rent when a tenant is placed in it.

We have also prayed a whole year now, Brother Prior--

for the widow's dear departed husband.

And I for one have done so gladly.

Such an untimely death.

No death is untimely, Brother Oswin, if it is God's will.

I suppose, Brother CAD Cadfael, being expert

in matters horticultural it will be

your job to sally forth today and present

the first rose to the lady?

No.

Father Abbot has given that task to the one who's been tending

the rose so diligently--

Brother Eluric.

Ow!

Well, I trust that he is more skilled with a pruning hook

than with a razor!

[birds chirping]

Do I take it straightaway, Brother?

Yes, Eluric, straightaway.

What is this, Master Niall?

My house rent to the Abbey.

That is what you came for, is it not?

Well, no.

We came for the rose that we must pay Mistress Perle.

Take it anyway, it is the due day.

[clattering]

Do you know, it's so strange to see

this house as a workshop.

For Judith Perle and her husband, it was such an haven.

Have you met Mistress Perle?

I have seen her.

[sizzling]

But you are content here, Master Niall, hm?

I mean, you have no complaint that Father

Abbot, as your landlord, should attend to?

No complaint, Brother.

If I am left to do my work.

[handle squeaks]

Cousin Judith, what is your opinion of this new wool?

It is good, Miles.

Edward would have approved.

But you do not need me to tell you that.

Judith, how much longer are you going

to cut yourself off from us?

This is your future.

Come in, Brother.

Mind your work, Bertred, or I'll have

your insolent eyes put out.

Brother Eluric, is it not?

Yes, mistress.

I brought you your first rent.

Oh.

Thank you.

And how fares my rose bush?

It is well, my lady.

I tend it with great care.

I'm sure you do.

Can I offer you some refreshment?

Er, no.

Thank you.

I must return to the Abbey.

Ah.

Well, until next year, then?

Is the lady well, Brother?

As well as she might be.

In her widow's loneliness?

Fear not, comfort is at hand.

Leave her, sir.

She's been left a full year.

Longer is a waste.

It will do no good.

Her heart is given.

To whom?

Why, to her husband still.

There's no warmth in loving the dead.

And Mistress Perle is no more carved

in marble than I. Or you.

Is that the truth of it, holy Brother?

You have stirrings for her also? - No.

Speak truth.

Does she not make your vows hard to bear?

No!

Which part of her draws your eyes the most?

Her lovely neck?

Her shapely breasts?

Well, I'd thought to fight the town for her.

But not some tormented soul in skirts!

Go home and pray, boy.

[bell tolls]

Oh, Brother Cadfael I feel such guilt. Worse than when

I eased Edward to his rest.

Godfrey Fuller, Thomas Hynde, I--I despise and detest.

But they are not the whole.

Sometimes other men, even Brother Eluric, as he stood

before me with the first rose, there was a warmth that shames

me before my husband's memory.

Judith, your guilt is that Edward died and you did not.

That you are still as you were before.

A woman with much to give and to be given in return.

That doesn't alter what you shared with Edward.

It betrays no trust.

If only I could know God's will for me in all this,

Brother.

Almighty God, let the soul of thy servant Edward Perle

have entrance to the company of thy saints.

Almighty God, let the souls of thy servant Edward Perle

have entrance to the company of thy saints.

Almighty--

[scraping]

I am sorry to have been so long in bringing

you custom, Master Niall.

This girdle, I have lost the buckle.

Can you make a new one to match?

Delicate work.

But I dare say within my scope.

Does your business thrive in our town?

Well enough, thank you.

I was told of your loss.

I'm sorry for it.

And I for yours--

your wife.

Three years now since she died.

Time to forget.

Do you wish to?

The past is past.

We cannot bring it back or change it.

We have this moment, that is all, to do good or ill with.

Oh, Brother Cadfael, thank the holy saints you're here.

Well, I'm here, boy, because you summoned me.

The rose bush.

It's sickly.

Just see how it browns and blackens.

Tainted by my unworthy thoughts about Mistress Perle, Brother.

I mean, hard though I struggle, I can think of nothing else.

Oh, the fault's all mine, not hers.

God reads my heart and displays my corruption

so I defile what I touch.

Eluric, you use extravagant terms for feelings that

are wholly human and natural.

Brother, I beg of you, release me from this duty.

And the lady's there in the house, release me.

That is for Father Abbot, not for me.

But I shall founder.

You will not founder.

But I shall speak to Father Abbot.

Clearly your sufferings are great,

even though your sins are not.

And for today, at least, you shall be excused.

So go and make confession if you must.

Thank you, Brother Cadfael.

Thank you.

Is Brother Eluric unwell, Brother Cadfael?

He will recover.

[sobs]

[door opens and closes]

[owl hoots]

Sweet lady. Remember me kindly.

[bird screeches]

[handbell rings]

Are you awake, Brother Cadfael?

No.

But I am out of bed.

Matins increasingly becomes my least favorite office.

Silence!

Are we all present?

Uh, no, Brother Prior.

We are not.

FATHER ABBOT: When did you find him?

Not half an hour ago, Father.

I was out at Pulley last night.

I have a married sister lives there.

Was late home, went straight to bed.

Came out here into the garden at daybreak and--

But you've touched nothing?

No, Brother. Why should I?

He was clearly dead.

You've informed my Lord Beringar?

I sent word, yes.

There was rain in the night.

Did anyone mark when it ceased?

I sleep far too well.

I never heard.

About midnight as I left Pulley.

Well, then, what happened here was after that.

The front of his habit is dry save for his blood.

Poor tormented child.

We failed him fatally.

His disease was worse than we knew.

Disease, Father?

He begged to be relieved of the task I placed on him--

delivery of the rose rent.

He had confessed an involuntary love for Mistress Perle.

And from love to despair, well.

It is but a short step further to the most

unholy of temptations.

To destroy himself, Father Abbot?

We are to condemn him as a suicide?

Brother Cadfael knows the measure of his desperation.

And there lies the knife beside

Eluric's hand.

Beside his hand, Father Abbot, not in it.

And Eluric carried no knife.

Does that prove him innocent of taking his own life?

Of sending himself to hell?

And this Abbey into shame and dishonor.

Look closely at his fingers.

See the soil on them but there's no blood.

And the knife is bloodied to the hilt.

Her never held this knife.

Therefore, he didn't kill himself.

Though he certainly came here of his own will.

Secretly at night.

To look one more time upon the roses?

Hm?

But there were two men here, not one.

And the other one killed Eluric.

I am sorry.

I have strong arms but a weak stomach.

Violent death is always shocking.

And so it should be.

I've heard you are more than just a holy Brother.

I serve God, or try to.

What more is there?

NIALL: I travel sometimes with my trade.

Your reputation is far-flung.

If this is murder--

Then I will seek the truth, yes.

As will Hugh Beringar of course.

A great wickedness to kill a holy man.

Tragic, certainly.

But wicked?

Until we know why Eluric was killed, we cannot judge.

Sometimes alarm or terror can result in such a lunge.

In that moment, an honest man becomes a murderer.

You do not recognize this knife?

No, Brother.

There is a space here.

Now there is not.

Hugh!

Look here.

Someone has climbed this vine since the rain.

A boot has scratched the bark.

Here, do you see?

And left soil in the scratch marks.

And here.

A fine, deep boot print.

a Little warm wax and a steady hand,

and we have him by the heel.

You will not find that they match, Brother.

Would I climb over my own wall any more

than I would leave the knife lying in my own garden?

Well, whether he would or not, we

need to melt some candle ends.

[crackling and bubbling]

[soft piano music]

Brother Eluric loved me, that is what you are saying.

Against his vows of modesty, chastity, obedience.

My whim has caused his death.

A stab wound to the heart has caused his death.

That, and only that, is clear.

If it were not for the rose rent, he would be alive now.

If it were not for me, he would be alive now.

I am not safe to be at large in this world.

Even the rose itself tells me.

See how it has the look of decay and death about it?

An end to the rose rent.

That is what God is saying.

An end.

Mistress!

I have your girdle.

It is mended.

My girdle is mended.

Well, all is well, then.

All is well.

Mistress, please.

I will visit you later.

MONKS: [non-english singing]

[non-english speech]

Amen.

MONKS: [non-english singing]

There it is, Cadfael.

Hugh!

See how the grass here has been disturbed?

[water splashing]

Stop!

Brother Cadfael.

Forgive me, Father, I mean no disrespect.

He may be washed presently.

[sniffs]

Smell his fingers.

Got the Earth on his hands!

Smell it.

It is the same.

Yes.

Because these fingers were clawing

away at the Earth and the grass around the rose bush.

Eluric was right and I took no notice.

The rose was dying, though not through any act of God.

White lead, Brother Prior.

The rose was poisoned.

And I suspect poor Eluric disturbed the poisoner.

[chatter]

Well, well.

Was that the bronzesmith seeing our Mistress Perle home?

Why?

Do you fear a common tradesman?

(LAUGHS) I fear no one, Master Hynde.

Least of all you.

Not if things are set fair.

Judith is a lady of great sensitivity.

Could she continue with the rose rent

when it is stained with blood?

Surely not.

Indeed, she may well now be prepared, at last,

to look elsewhere for comfort.

Though not to a penniless young cockerel.

[fuller pats hynde]

MAN: Yes, it's about time we had some rain.

Mistress.

Sad news about the holy Brother.

It is indeed, Bertred.

But who would kill a rose bush, Brother Cadfael?

Oh, you thought yourself it was a sign from God.

And that-- or so I judge--

was the purpose.

To turn you away from the rose rent.

And from the past.

But who?

You are desired by many.

Well, that will soon be at an end.

[knock at door]

Come in.

Beg pardon, Mistress.

Sister Magdalen is here.

Thank you, Branwen, show her in.

Mistress Perle, I am pleased to meet you.

And I you, Sister.

I believe you are acquainted with Brother Cadfael?

Indeed.

I trust you are well, Brother?

Yes, thank you Sister.

Though I came via the Abbey.

There is much distress there.

Which I share deeply.

Yes, I'm sure.

Forgive me, then, if this is the wrong moment.

No, no.

There never was a better moment, Sister.

The cloister is all the more attractive to me

now than it was when I first began to think of it.

The world had seemed a waste, my living in it pointless.

But now that I have caused a death--

The cloister?

At least I would be safe at the convent at Godric's Ford,

would I not, Brother?

If, as you say, there has been a studied use of poison

as well as violent murder.

You seek not just ability and purpose,

then, but also a refuge?

From myself most of all, Sister.

To have a vocation elsewhere would be most welcome.

But you clearly have no such vocation

or you wouldn't have said it would be welcome.

No, it is not enough just to escape from the world outside,

or from yourself.

You must be on fire for the world within.

Where you, then, Brother?

Well, I came late to it, certainly,

and it may be that my fire burned somewhat dully.

But it gave me light enough to see the road I wanted.

And you, Sister?

Was it a passion for you?

I have heard otherwise.

No, it was not.

Why must it be so for me, then?

We were both running towards, not away.

But, in truth, I'm no example to any woman.

I sought a new occupation after many years as mistress

to a nobleman. (CHUCKLES)

And I was past my prime.

But you are not. - No.

No, I am not.

Though I devoutly wish I were.

However, if you truly need a place of peace and safety,

and time to think and rest and recover lost courage,

then come to us without vows and I

will keep the door barred against the world

until you see fit to venture out again.

On those terms, it could be wise.

Mm.

Now?

May I come with you now Sister?

I do not fear danger here, Brother.

And I would be at peace.

I return to Godric's Ford tomorrow.

Speak with me then and we shall see.

Thank you.

Bertred, what's to happen to me if the mistress goes off

to be a nun?

I shouldn't mind that much.

Rather that than see her marry someone else.

I'd make due with second best.

But the business here!

What would happen to that?

You're going our, Cousin?

To the Abbey.

At this hour?

For what purpose?

To tear up my charter--

which can as well be done by candlelight as daylight.

You're taking back the Rose House?

Take back what I gave to God?

No, no.

I-- I merely make the gift unconditional of roses.

No more rose rent and we may hope for no more deaths.

Shall I come with you?

No, no.

Thank you, Miles, but I will go alone.

Almighty God, we thank thee for our daily bread.

Let our bodies be refreshed but our souls still hunger.

Grant, Lord, the blessedness of cool

repose to thy servant Eluric.

Let his soul be satisfied in the fellowship of eternal bliss.

Amen.

Brother Cadfael.

I have an idea.

FATHER ABBOT: Silence!

This cast that you've made, Brother.

How if with um, Father Abbot's leave of course,

I were to take it to every boot maker and mender in the town

and over the bridge at Frankwell,

and ask if any of them has memory

of a boot that might match it?

The wear being so distinctive.

Might that not help lead us to Brother Eluric's foul murderer?

Well, yes, Oswin.

But--

Forgive me, Brother Cadfael, they told me at the gate

that I might seek you out.

Judith has disappeared.

She set out last night for the Abbey

but it seems she never reached here.

The Porter has not seen her, your Father Abbot,

Brother Prior.

Well, might she not be with sister Magdalen?

You know they had spoken?

Yes.

Yes, I have been to Sister Magdalen's lodgings.

She has departed but Judith was never there.

Not at the Rose House either, according to the bronzesmith.

Brother Cadfael, shall I--

No, leave it, Oswin.

Look, just leave it now.

Go on, get on with your work.

I trust that Mistress Perle is safe, sir.

I pray that she is.

So do I. If I'd packed her off with Sister Magdalen,

she would be.

Brother, she's been so distraught with guilt.

I fear another evil.

Oh, no, Judith would never take her own life.

Oh, no, no, no.

She's-- she's far too strong-minded.

The river lies between town and Abbey.

If she's not here, I know of nowhere else to look.

MAN 1: Come on, you there!

We need two more over here!

MAN 2: Here you go, Sir.

MAN 1: Don't stand about there! - Slowly.

You'll see nothing otherwise.

MAN 1: Here, you take that corner.

[threshing continues]

And there!

MAN 2: Hey, look here.

And there.

MAN 1: Right, start getting up that side.

That's it, come on.

It's Judith's.

There's no doubt.

That does not prove she is drowned.

Well, what then?

Master Coliar, you will help us both by going into town

and raising friends and townsfolk

for a thorough search.

Until we have searched from the English bridge to Bristol,

I will not say your cousin's drowned.

You'd think he wanted her dead.

Of course, if she were, as closest relative,

he would inherit everything.

Shall we continue upstream?

A boat was here.

HUGH: Fishermen?

Lovers?

Well, if lovers, one of them was most unwilling.

Look how the footmarks are churned and gouged.

Well, we'll get no wax cast out of them.

Too soft and wet.

CADFAEL: What's this?

From a belt?

CADFAEL: Yes, or a woman's girdle.

If it is Judith's, the bronzesmith would know.

Do you think she's been abducted?

What, bundled into a waiting boat?

Perhaps her cloak lost overboard,

her girdle torn in the struggle?

Because Judith would have struggled.

There's been no demand for ransom, Cadfael.

All the more reason to find her quickly

I'm sorry to have to silence you, Judith.

I find your voice as bewitching as your smile.

But I shall not be long.

And it is quite possible to think without speaking.

So think, Judith.

Think.

Aye.

It belongs to the girdle I repaired.

But you have not seen the lady since you returned it to her?

No Brother.

Though I'll willingly join the search.

Ah, it seems she has warmed your heart a little.

I found her gentle, honest.

I'd thought such virtues didn't mix with beauty.

As bronzesmith, do you mix lead?

Lead, Brother?

No.

Copper and tin.

Why?

I'll speak plainly with you, Niall.

The rose bush in your garden was poisoned with white lead.

A form of that metal deadly to all life--

even plants, in sufficient quantity.

Who could have more easily administered it than you?

Who was more likely to be stumbled upon by poor Eluric?

And why should I kill rose bush or monk?

What could I gain?

I do not know.

But then I know nothing about you.

You have the culprit's boot print.

Not my boot print, as you well know.

And as for lead, well, like the knife you laid before me,

it's common enough.

You'll even find it in its many forms about an Abbey.

And now, Brother, I shall join the search.

MAN 1: Take three more men further up the river!

That's right.

Appear down there.

Anything there?

MAN 2: Nothing.

Nothing we can see.

Bertred, you're not in the weaving shed

now, sneaking from your work.

Catch up with the others!

Yes, Master.

They search the river, Master Fuller.

Hugh Beringar searches the town.

And no doubt he'll also search your sheds.

You think I have the lady?

I think you wish you had more than anything.

I have a few virtues, Brother, but one of them is patience.

The rose was poisoned patiently.

Poisoned?

Could I see your boots?

My boots?

Hm.

If you wish.

They're brand new, Brother.

Doubt you could afford them.

Any more than could young Master Hynde.

Brother Cadfael is inspecting footwear today,

though he will tell us why.

Perhaps he believes you have something to hide,

Master Fuller.

Where have you been till this time?

The others came back two hours ago.

Shall I tell you where I've been?

Shall I tell you what I know?

You're supper's spoilt.

How would you like to be more than just a servant

in this house, Branwen?

A gentlewoman?

By listening to you?

You're as free with your promises

as you are with your hands!

Listen but don't tell.

I know where the mistress is kept.

And when I set her free, she'll be, oh, so grateful.

Well, tell me, then.

I was too harsh on you this morning, Oswin.

It was a good thought to show this to all the menders.

But I'm afraid we cannot.

Because if we do the murderer may come to hear of it.

Then he'll know that we have this proof.

He'll destroy every boot and shoe that he possesses.

Yes, Brother.

I understand.

I have heard information, though.

Of the bronzesmith. - Mm?

Of Niall?

They say he has a daughter.

Do they?

It's her he visits out at Pulley.

Also, they say his wife disappeared.

What, in a path of smoke?

Some say in the river three years ago at Chester,

whereupon he left and has moved from place

to place unsettled ever since.

Oswin, it surely is not in your vows to listen to gossip?

No, Brother.

Well, don't let that stop you.

[rumble of thunder]

HYNDE: You might at least be gracious.

You've had long enough now to ponder on my virtues.

Mistress Perle, why do you doubt that

within this delightful, handsome exterior

a serious husband is waiting to emerge?

You are a wastrel, which is why your father disowns you.

Mistress Perle.

You cut me to the quick.

You know why I've done this.

Because I love you.

You do not love me.

You love yourself.

You covet security and comfort, an easy life.

No!

No.

Not just that.

JUDITH: What else than, to prove yourself?

I do not doubt you find the prospect

of sharing my bed pleasurable but that is not love.

I could satisfy you more than could Godfrey Fuller.

He was sure that you would be his.

He said as much when--

When what?

HYNDE: When the monk was killed.

He said your heart could no longer be fixed within a rose.

And still thought I would give up the past for a future

with him?

He has wealth.

I have none.

Therefore I had to act.

To prepare and watch and follow.

I had hoped you'd be impressed at being carried off.

To a sordid hole such as this, stinking of wool?

Your father's wool.

Your father's warehouse!

Even in this you must make use of him.

No I am not impressed.

I do not see you as bold nor romantic.

[flask shatters]

I see as selfish and stupid.

Do not scold too much lady.

Rather be aware.

The door is locked and barred.

No means of escape.

We are alone here for as long as I wish.

If you will not be coaxed persuaded into marriage,

there remains force.

I am not afraid of you.

I am the stronger of us and you know it.

Not in body you're not.

And it your body lies your virtue,

your honor, your reputation.

Marriage by rape is no new thing, Judith.

Be it new to you or not.

(MUFFLED) No!

Stop!

[creaks]

[hollers]

[groans]

Somebody's out there.

[barking]

Those are the watchman's dogs.

Who can know we're here?

Does it matter who?

If we are found, how will you explain this folly?

You and your crime will be shown for what they are.

[sobs]

WATCHMAN: Who's there?

[dog snarls and barks]

Who's there, I say?

Do you expect them to deal gently with you?

You are not a child, or so you claim.

WATCHMAN: Over by the wool warehouse!

Judith.

I swear I never meant such harm.

WATCHMAN: Come on, quickly!

I thought you had a fondness for me.

When I showed only indifference?

You have a way of showing even that.

Oh, the fault is mine, then.

Well, if there is no longer to be marriage by rape,

it would seem you have two choices--

either release or kill me.

Judith.

For pity's sake.

Please do not destroy me.

No, I will not destroy you.

Only I have no will to face the world again just now.

So I will make a bargain.

Tomorrow, you will fetch a horse and take me secretly to Sister

Magdalen at Godric's Ford.

Tomorrow?

The place will be alive tomorrow.

Tomorrow night, then.

If we are not discovered by then.

Once at the convent, I shall take the veil

and give everything, all my property,

without condition or exception to the Abbey.

And after that, thank God, I will

not be worth pursuing as a wife either for my body

or my wealth.

[sobs]

Do this for me, boy and I will not denounce you.

[barking continues]

WATCHMAN: There he goes, go on. That's it.

Let him go!

[barking] Go on!

Go on, boy.

Seek!

[watchmen cry out]

[bird takes flight]

[panting]

[gasping]

[muffled scream]

[footsteps approach]

Brother, is there news of Mistress Perle?

No, there is not.

You are leaving us?

Aye.

Once the gossip turns to poison, it's always time to move.

I'll pay what rent I owe, never fear.

And your daughter?

What of her?

Do you take her with you?

She's better off where she is.

My sister takes good care of her out at Pulley.

Niall, your past is your own affair.

But if it's haunting you--

It is the world's affair, Brother.

The world has made it so!

Then lance the poison!

Don't keep it tightly festering.

Do you think it's easy?

To lay bare guilt and shame.

I had a wife and she did drown, entwined in her lover's arms.

For she was not content with me or our babe.

Not that she wanted for love or lust.

Both I had to offer.

But not wealth, not finery.

That she sought and found elsewhere

with a widowed merchant twice my age.

It was no secret.

She flaunted it before me, before the town.

The merchant like to walk her by the river,

to hold her hand as if he was some golden youth

and she his starry maid.

I sought them out.

What I intended, God knows.

But in his panic to escape, he slipped and fell

into the river.

And took her with him.

And, though I tried, I could not save her.

He lived, of course.

An accident, then.

You were fortunate to find justice in such a case.

I was.

But the devil still pursues me, Brother, In my head.

So that--

Brother Cadfael!

A body is found in the river

[bell tolls]

Washed up on the shores of Abbey land he may have been,

Brother, but we cannot take on the laying-out

of every young work man who ends up in the river,

drunk, no doubt.

Let his master or his loved ones come and fetch him.

This is Judith Perle's weaver.

See how he's bruised here?

If he drowned, I would say he was held down less

by drink than by something harsh and heavy pressing on his neck.

This is the boot that made the print in the soil

underneath the vine.

I made the cast myself.

I know I'm not mistaken.

There, you see?

Not only the heel was worn down on the one side and the toe

on the other, but this crack diagonally

across the ball of the foot.

So the river has saved us the cost of a trial

and Bertred a worse fate than drowning.

And if Bertred killed brother Eluric,

then he must surely also have poisoned the rose.

Your evidence doesn't lie, Cadfael.

Bertred thought himself a handsome rogue.

He wouldn't have been the first craftsman who aimed high.

To marry the mistress of the house.

Ah, a rival, you mean?

What, to Godfrey Fuller and young Master Hynde.

And now he's dead, there's another murderer on the loose.

Brother Cadfael, Miles Coliar is

come to take away the weaver.

There is a servant girl with him, blubbing disgracefully.

She asked for you, my Lord Beringar.

He said he knew.

And would rescue her from where she

was held at the wool warehouse.

And he said nothing of this you, Master Coliar?

No.

But then, Bertred was all slyness and ambition.

Well, now he's paid the price.

And where would you have been when Bertred was murdered?

At the loom, with my mother.

Finishing the work he should have completed.

Weep for your mistress, Branwen, not that worthless idle wretch.

Master Coliar?

You're still here?

Forgive me, Brother, I hoped you would return.

I have a confession.

I have not been frank with you.

I knew what Bertred was about last night.

At least, by his manner yesterday, I knew or guessed

he was about something.

So when he went out after dark, I followed him.

And where did he lead you?

I lost sight of him after he left town by the Postern Gate.

But I suspect he was going to the tenterground or wool

warehouse.

He had loitered there that morning.

Then I heard the watchman's dogs.

In truth, and to my shame, that is why I went no further.

I have seen their handiwork before.

And then I am told that he is dead, which is

why I must tell you, Brother.

There was someone else abroad by the river last night.

He passed me, hurrying, and I saw him clearly,

though he did not see me.

I'm loath to say his name for I name

my cousin has lately spoken kindly

of him, where others have not.

Niall Bronzesmith.

Good night little one.

Sleep well.

I'll see you again soon, I promise.

Rosalba, when I leave you, don't think that's what I want.

I yearn to take you with me.

But you need a mother.

And there are things in my heart that

may never lead to happiness.

[footsteps approach]

Up there!

The old counting house, disused for more than a year.

But my men searched the Warehouse.

Well, it would be easily missed.

Not by me.

[bird takes flight]

Young Master Hynde would have a key.

And if there is any man known to us

who would courage from a flask, it'd be him.

And with that courage could doubtless

have silenced Bertred.

Judith's?

Yes, I believe so.

Has he finished her as well?

Should I not take you to the gate?

No.

Judith.

I know my way now.

Get home before it is light.

Go.

I will keep my promise.

I will not renege on it.

Forgive me, Mistress.

You should take care.

There are cut-throats in the forest.

Where are you bound? - I?

Where are you?

Ssh.

Ah, it's you, Mistress Perle.

The portress said she heard horses.

No.

Tomorrow you'll return to Shrewsbury.

You can't keep your people in such anxiety a moment longer.

Even if you have promised to spare

this idiot youth, Thomas, from the consequences of his folly.

Thought folly is a lighter word than I would give it.

You are too hard on Mistress Pearl, Sister.

We are not all as bold and sure of ourselves

as right-thinking nuns.

Pray, let her rest.

Save your sound advice till the morning.

Drink your wine.

Your girdle will need mending again, Mistress.

[ducks quacking]

[bird takes flight]

May we speak, Master Hynde?

You have saved my conscience a journey.

[bells toll]

Daughter!

We rejoice at your safe return.

We have been in great anxiety over you.

Come.

Mistress Perle, I know who kept you prisoner.

I have him at the castle now-- he has confessed.

Confessed?

Mm-hm.

I will not bear witness against him.

I promised.

Nor will I name his name.

If that is your wish, or shall I outside this room.

Provided I can be certain Thomas Hynde's only crime involved

you and the counting house.

A man was murdered that night.

Your weaver, Bertred.

Yes, I know.

Niall has told me.

My captor did not kill Bertred.

I can vouch for that.

He was with me.

In which case, Master Bronzesmith there are

questions I must ask of you.

Niall?

Mistress Perle, you will doubtless

wish to continue home.

If you please, Master Bronzesmith.

It is Master Coliar's word against mine.

I was not by the warehouse or the river.

Ah, but you were packed up ready to leave

Shrewsbury the very next day.

I did not kill Bertred.

I was out at Pulley--

as I am every night, if I am able.

Ask my sister.

Have no fear, I shall.

You have persecuted me since the beginning.

Persecuted? No!

Yes!

And now another suspect has proved innocent,

you persecute me further.

Mine is the only leg you have hold of

and you are determined that the boot be made to fit!

Cadfael?

Er, please forgive me.

I must leave you.

Bring Niall to my workshop as soon as you

finish your questions.

Mistress Perle, such a relief to know that you are safe.

I trust I may be permitted-- - Judith!

Judith, I thought I'd lost you forever.

Come.

[cheering]

Still patient, Master Fuller?

Still patient.

Sister.

Are you staying here a while with Judith?

Yes.

While you are here, could you filch something for me?

Filch?

I am a nun.

Two things, in fact.

What things?

Two left boots.

Who could have wished the rose bush dead?

Except someone who had hopes of winning Judith.

Nobody, Cadfael.

And it was Bertred, as we have established.

Then why was Bertred killed?

Well, clearly by a rival.

As you yourself said but yesterday.

Two murders, then, and two murderers.

Yes.

What if there were but one murderer?

What if Bertred did not kill brother Eluric?

What if Bertred was never even in the rose garden?

Because Bertred, as poisoner of the rose, has worried me.

Bold enough for such a deed he may have been

and, he was certainly conceited enough.

But I doubt if he would have dropped the knife.

Sly, cunning men like him don't leave

behind such things in panic.

What of this then?

Oh, this, Hugh.

This has been my mistake.

I've been fed the bait and I've swallowed it whole.

At least I would have done if I hadn't seen that Bertred's

drowning was no accident.

What do you mean, bait?

Well, suppose Bertred being washed up on Abby land

was intended.

Hm?

Because I would be certain to examine the body

and make the boot fit.

These are only borrowed, not stolen.

Sorry, the theft took all day.

Er which is Bertreds?

Ah, this.

He alone slept in the weaving shed.

That was where I found it.

Ah, you see, it's almost worn through but it's

as straight as a lance.

Whereas this one is the same as the footprint.

Same as the wax.

Same as the boot taken from Bertred's body.

See, even down to the crack across the sole.

HUGH: What does that prove, Brother?

It proves that a man who wears a pair of boots when he's

fished out of the river may not be

the true owner of those boots.

The true owner killed Eluric.

Then murdered Bertred and used him to put us off the scent.

Only one other person, apart from you and Oswin,

knew that I had that cast.

He saw it here in the workshop.

And it wasn't Niall Bronzesmith.

Mistress, which is Miles?

With her, of course.

Last visit to the rose, ha!

His thought, not hers.

Before the past is padlocked, and our future with it.

I feel we are trespassing.

Your bronzesmith isn't here to complain, Cousin.

Oh, he would not complain.

Mother wishes you dead, you know.

She thinks you humiliate us by leaving

me as foreman in the business I've

run single-handed for so long.

Since Edward first fell ill.

She thinks you owe me more.

Some future certainty of wealth and property.

She thinks that I'm more deserving than a mother church

already fat with land and gold.

If you were to die today, both unmarried and uncloistered,

that would be fair.

Miles?

What she does not see, what nobody sees,

because they neither look nor imagine,

is that your death would also be mine.

I'm your cousin, Judith.

Therefore, in Mother's eyes and in the world's, the brother

you do not have.

Yet I'm not your brother, nor do I desire to be.

I look at you with the same eyes as any other man

and have done since before you married Edward.

And when he died, I--

I hoped-- I hoped--

Don't turn away.

I did this.

No more rose rent.

No more looking back.

That was my message.

Look at me!

But, of course, I hadn't reckoned

on young Brother Eluric flying out of the darkness.

He's in heaven, Judith.

Don't grieve for him or Bertred.

Poor Branwen's mourning is enough to bear.

You see how foul and devious I've become because of you?

How each bloody act solves one difficulty and raises ten more!

[sobs]

When all I wanted was your love!

Well, let us anoint these cursed twigs with oil

as we anoint each other!

Oh, Miles, for pity's sake!

And let them burn as I will surely burn.

[sobs]

No!

Miles!

At last, our lovers' tryst.

I've nothing to lose now, Judith.

And nothing to gain except what you can give me.

Miles!

Marry me.

Say you'll love and cherish me above all others.

Say it.

If you do not, you'll burn with me here and now.

Tell me you love me!

How can that make you happy if you know it's not true?

Say it! Say it!

I will not say it.

For your soul's sake I will not say it.

My soul is already lost.

Give me what I need, for pity's sake if nothing else.

You are a kind and gentle man gone mad.

You would find no pleasure in me, not after this.

Say you love me, then we can leave this place.

Now!

I worship you, Judith.

Don't make me do this!

JUDITH: No!

No, Master Coliar.

The law shall have you first.

MILES: Judith!

I'm sorry, Miles.

I'm so sorry.

MILES: Judith!

Judith!

[sobs]

Will he hang, Cadfael?

Miles Coliar?

I have no doubt.

The law judges the crime, not the man.

And he killed twice.

Strange that love can be more dangerous

than hate We're lucky, you and I,

that our loving days are over.

CADFAEL: Are we?

Well, safe journey, Sister, and an early return.

If these cuttings of yours do not flourish,

I shall be back immediately.

Brother.

Oh, was Niall not with you?

He is seeing Sister Magdalen to the gate.

Oh.

I wish to speak with you alone.

Oh, come in.

Thank you.

You have helped me through much doubt and turmoil, Brother.

And much guilt. And now I need your reassurance yet again.

That you still have much to give and to be given and should

feel no disloyalty in that?

Be reassured.

Edward was as wise as he was loving.

Unlike me, he would have been quick to see the worth

of our mysterious bronzesmith.

No, he would approve of Niall and wish

you great happiness together.

Though, as to being together, I trust

he has told you all his story?

We meet tomorrow.

Thank you.

Her name is Rosalba.

Welcome home, Rosalba.

[chuckles]

Would Father Abbot approve, Cadfael?

Mm?

Monk and matchmaker?

Oh, come, hardly that.

But it's written in the rule.

Console the sorrowful and love the young.

I think perhaps a pear tree here, don't you?

Hm?

[chuckles]

Trained low so the whole family can pick them.

[bell tolls]

[flute playing]

[non-english singing]