The Pilgrim of Hate
Ellis Peters
The Tenth Chronicle of Brother Cadfael
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Copyright © 1984 by Ellis Peters
First published in 1984 by Macmillan London Limited, GreatBritain
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Contents
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
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They were together in Brother Cadfael’shut in the herbarium, in the afternoon of the twenty-fifth day ofMay, and the talk was of high matters of state, of kings andempresses, and the unbalanced fortunes that plagued theirreconcilable contenders for thrones.
“Well, the lady is not crowned yet!” said HughBeringar, almost as firmly as if he saw a way of preventing it.
“She is not even in London yet,” agreed Cadfael,stirring carefully round the pot embedded in the coals of hisbrazier, to keep the brew from boiling up against the sides andburning. “She cannot well be crowned until they let her in toWestminster. Which it seems, from all I gather, they are in nohurry to do.”
“Where the sun shines,” said Hugh ruefully,“there whoever’s felt the cold will gather. My cause,old friend, is out of the sun. When Henry of Blois shifts, all menshift with him, like starvelings huddled in one bed. He heaves thecoverlet, and they go with him, clinging by the hems.”