
“But, Father Abbot, surely the king will restore you!”
“Oh, Father, must you go to this council?”
“We shall be left like sheep without a shepherd!”
Prior Robert, who considered himself ideally equipped to deal with the flockof St. Peter himself, if need be, gave that complaint a brief, basilisk glare,but refrained from protest, indeed murmured his own commiseration and dismay.
“My duty and my vows are to the Church,” said Abbot Heribert sadly, “and Iam bound to obey the summons, as a loyal son. If it pleases the Church toconfirm me in office, I shall return to take up my customary ward here. Ifanother is appointed in my place, I shall still return among you, if I ampermitted, and live out my life as a faithful brother of this house, under ournew superior.”
Cadfael thought he caught a brief, complacent flicker of a smile that passedover Robert’s face at that. It would not greatly disconcert him to have his oldsuperior a humble brother under his rule at last.
“But clearly,” went on Abbot Heribert with humility, “I can no longer claimrights as abbot until the matter is settled, and these agreements must rest inabeyance until my return, or until another considers and pronounces on them. Isany one of them urgent?”
