
“One of your flock from here in the Foregate?” askedHugh, viewing him with interest. “But no, by the look of himhe’s been on the roads from somewhere a good deal moredistant.”
“But for all that,” said Cadfael, shaking his headover an elusive likeness, “it seems to me I’ve seenthat face before, somewhere, at some time. Or else he reminds me ofsome other lad I’ve known.”
“The lads you’ve known in your time could come fromhalf the world over. Well, you’ll find out, all in goodtime,” said Hugh, “for it seems Brother Denis is givinghis attention to the matter, and one of your youngsters is off intothe cloister in haste to fetch somebody else.”
The somebody else proved to be no less than Prior Roberthimself, with Brother Jerome trotting dutifully at his heels. Thelength of Robert’s stride and the shortness of Jerome’slegs turned what should have been a busy, self-important bustleinto a hasty shamble, but it would always get Jerome in time to anyspot where there was something happening that might provide himwith occasion for curiosity, censure, or sanctimony.
