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happens next? The besiegers may very well find themselves besieged.'
    'It has happened before,' agreed Hugh. 'And the bishop had fair warning he might have need of a well-stocked larder, but she may have taken her supplies for granted. If I were the queen's general, I would take time to cut all the roads into Winchester first, and make certain no food can get in. Well, we shall see. And I hear you were the first to have speech with these two brothers from Hyde.'
    'They overtook me in the Foregate. And what do you make of them, now you've been closeted with them so long?'
    'What should I make of them, thus at first sight? A sick man and a dumb man. More to the purpose, what do your brothers make of them?' Hugh had a sharp eye on his old friend's face, which was blunt and sleepy and private in the late afternoon heat, but was never quite closed against him. 'The elder is noble, clearly. Also he is ill. I guess at a martial past, for I think he has old wounds. Did you see he goes a little sidewise, favouring his left flank? Something has never quite healed. And the young one…I well understand he has fallen under the spell of such a man, and idolises him. Lucky for both! He has a powerful protector, his lord has a devoted nurse. Well?' said Hugh, challenging judgement with a confident smile.
    'You haven't yet divined who our new elder brother is? They may not have told you all,' admitted Cadfael tolerantly, 'for it came out almost by chance. A martial past, yes, he avowed it, though you could have guessed it no less surely. The man is past forty-five, I judge, and has visible scars. He has said, also, that he was born here at Salton, then a manor of his father's. And he has a scar on his head, bared by the tonsure, that was made by a Seljuk scimitar, some years back. A mere slice, readily healed, but left its mark. Salton was held formerly by the Bishop of Chester, and granted to the church of Saint Chad, here within the walls. They let it go many years since to a noble family, the Marescots. There's a local tenant holds it under them.' He opened a levelled brown eye, beneath a bushy brow russet as autumn. 'Brother Humilis is a Marescot. I know of only one Marescot of this man's age who went to the Crusade. Sixteen or seventeen years ago it must be. I was newly monk then, part of me still hankered, and I had one eye always on the tale of those who took the Cross. As raw and eager as I was, surely, and bound for as bitter a fall, but pure enough in their going. There was a certain Godfrid Marescot who took three score with him from his own lands. He made a notable name for valour.'
    'And you think this is he? Thus fallen?'
    'Why not? The great ones are open to wounds no less than the simple. All the more,' said Cadfael, 'if they lead from before, and not from behind. They say this one was never later than first.'
    He had still the crusader blood quick within him, he could not choose but awake and respond, however the truth had sunk below his dreams and hopes, all those years ago. Others, no less, had believed and trusted, no less to shudder and turn aside from much of what was done in the name of the Faith.
    'Prior Robert will be running through the tale of the lords of Salton this moment,' said Cadfael, 'and will not fail to find his man. He knows the pedigree of every lord of a manor in this shire and beyond, for thirty years back and more. Brother Humilis will have no trouble in establishing himself, he sheds lustre upon us by being here, he need do nothing more.'
    'As well,' said Hugh wryly, 'for I think there is no more he can do, unless it be to die here, and here be buried. Come, you have a better eye than mine for mortal sickness. The man is on his way out of this world. No haste, but the end is assured.'
    'So it is for you and for me,' said Cadfael sharply. 'And as for haste, it's neither you nor I that hold the measure. It will come when it will come. Until then, every day is of consequence, the last no less than the