By Ellis Peters
The bold head of Shrewsbury Abbey desires to gather Saint Winifred's sacred is still for his Benedictine order. And while the consequent controversy ends up in homicide, Brother Cadfael investigates.
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Extra info for A Morbid Taste for Bones (Brother Cadfael Mystery #1)
The girl had had her chance with Prince Cradoc, and let is slip, obviously her natural bent was to be prioress of a nest of virgins, and there was nothing more to be told about her. ” persisted the prior. ” “So I have heard. But it’s a long time,” said the old man, “since I’ve heard her name mentioned. ” Prior Robert stood in the circle of sunlight that filtered between the pillars of the chapter-house, drawn to his full imposing height, and turned a radiant face and commanding eyes upon Abbot Heribert.
Certainly we ought to send Brother Columbanus to her holy sring, it would be ingratitude to neglect so clear an omen. ” Prior Robert looked round for the few Welshmen among the brothers, passed somewhat hurriedly over Brother Cadfael, who had never been one of his favourites, perhaps by reason of a certain spark in his eye, as well as his notoriously worldly past, and lit gladly upon Old Brother Rhys, who was virtually senile but doctrinally safe, and had the capacious if capricious memory of the very old.
From where he crouched with his fellows in cover he could see the long crest of the wall, and the steel-capped heads of the guards on the turrets glittering in the fierce light. A landscape carved out of reddish stone and fire, all deep gullies and sheer cliffs, with never a cool green leaf to temper it, and before him the object of all his journeyings, the holy city of Jerusalem, crowned with towers and domes within its white walls. The dust of battle hung in the air, dimming the clarity of battlement and gate, and the hoarse shouting and clashing of armour filled his ears.