epeters.amorbidtasteforbones-第37节
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shards of glass； and moaning as if at the derisory pain。 A slender； still form swathed from head to foot closely in white； Winifred in her grave clothes； long since dust； a thin veil covering her face and head； and her arm outstretched and pointing at him。
He shrank back before her； scuffling abjectly backwards along the floor； making feeble gestures with his hands to fend off the very sight of her。 Frantic tears burst out of his eyes； and frantic words from his lips。
〃It was for you！ It was for you and for my abbey！ I did it for the glory of our house！ I believed I had warranty…from you and from heaven！ He stood in the way of God's will！ He would not let you go。 I meant only rightly when I did what I did！〃
〃Speak plainly；〃 said the voice； sharp with mand； 〃and say out what you did。〃
〃I gave the syrup to Jerome…in his wine…and when he was asleep I stole out to the forest path； and waited for Rhisiart。 I followed him。 I struck him down。。。。 Oh； sweet Saint Winifred； don't let me be damned for striking down the enemy who stood in the way of blessedness。。。。〃
〃Struck in the back！〃 said the pale figure； and a sudden cold gust of air swept over her and shuddered in her draperies； and surging across the chapel； blew upon Columbanus and chilled him to the bone。 As if she had touched him！ And she was surely a pace nearer； though he had not seen her move。 〃Struck in the back； as mean cowards and traitors do！ Own it！ Say it all！〃
〃In the back！〃 babbled Columbanus； scrambling back from her like a broken animal； until his shoulders came up against the wall； and he could retreat no farther。 〃I own it。 I confess it all！ Oh； merciful saint； you know all； and I cannot hide from you！ Have pity on me！ Don't destroy me！ It was all for you； I did it for you！〃
〃You did it for yourself；〃 charged the voice； colder than ice and burning like ice。 〃You who would be master of whatever order you enter； you with your ambitions and stratagems； you setting out wilfully to draw to yourself all the glory of possessing me； to work your way into the centre of all achievements； to show as the favourite of heaven； the paragon of piety； to elbow Brother Richard out of his succession to your prior； and if you could； the prior out of his succession to your abbot。 You with your thirst to bee the youngest head under a mitre in this or any land！ I know you； and I know your kind。 There is no way too ruthless for you； providing it leads to power。〃
〃No； no！〃 he panted； bracing himself back against the wall； for certainly she was advancing upon him； and now in bitter； quiet fury； jetting menace from her outstretched finger…tips。 〃It was all for you； only for you！ I believed I was doing your will！〃
〃My will to evil？〃 the voice rose into a piercing cry； sharp as a dagger。 〃My will to murder？〃
She had taken one step too many。 Columbanus broke in frenzied fear； clawed himself upright by the wall； and struck out with both hands； beating at her blindly to fend her off from touching； and uttering thin； babbling cries as he flailed about him。 His left hand caught in her draperies and dragged the veil from her face and head。 Dark hair fell round her shoulders。 His fingers made contact with the curve of a smooth； cool cheek； cool； but not cold； smooth with the graceful curves of firm young flesh； where in his sick horror he had expected to plunge his hand into the bony hollows of a skull。
He uttered a scream that began in frantic terror and ended in soaring triumph。 The hand that had shrunk from contact turned suddenly to grasp hold； knotting strong fingers in the dark tangle of hair。 He was very quick； Columbanus。 It took him no more than the intake of a breath to know he had a flesh…and…blood woman at the end of his arm； and scarcely longer to know who she must be； and what she had done to him； with this intolerable trap in which she had caught him。 And barely another breath to consider that she was here alone； and to all appearances had set her trap alone； and if she survived he was lost； and if she did not survive； if she vanished…there was plenty left of the night！…he was safe； and still in mand of all this expedition； and inheritor of all its glory。
It was his misfortune that Sioned was almost as quick in the uptake as he。 In a darkness in which vision hardly helped or hindered； she heard the great； indrawn breath that released him from the fear of hell and heaven together； and felt the wave of animal anger that came out from him like a foul scent； almost as sickening as the odour of his fear。 She sprang back from it by instinct； and repeated the lunge of intent； dragging herself out of his grasp at the price of a few strands of hair。 But his clawing hand； cheated； loosed the fragments and caught again at the linen sheet that draped her； and that would not tear so easily。 She swung round to her left； to put as much distance as she could between her body and his right hand； but she saw him lunge into the breast of his habit； and saw the brief； sullen flash of the steel as he whipped it out and followed her swing； hacking into dimness。 The same dagger； she thought； swooping beneath its first blind stab； that killed my father。
Somewhere a door had opened fully on the night； for the wind blew through the chapel suddenly； and sandalled feet thudded in with the night air； a thickset； powerful body driving the draught before it。 A loud voice thundered warning。 Brother Cadfael erupted into the chapel from the sacristy like a bolt from a crossbow； and drove at full speed into the struggle。
Columbanus was in the act of striking a second time； and with his left hand firmly clutching the linen sheet wound about Sioned's body。 But she was whirling round away from him to unloose those same folds that held her； and the blow that was meant for her heart only grazed painfully down her left forearm。 Then his grip released her； and she fell back against the wall； and Columbanus was gone； hurtling out at the door in full flight； and Brother Cadfael was embracing her with strong； sustaining arms； and upbraiding her with a furious； bracing voice； while he held her in a bear's hug； and felt at her as tenderly and fervently as a mother。
〃For God's sake； fool daughter； why did you get within his reach？ I told you； keep the bier between you and him。。。！〃
〃Get after him；〃 shouted Sioned wrathfully； 〃do you want him clean away？ I'm sound enough； go get him！ He killed my father！〃
They headed for the door together； but Cadfael was out of it first。 The girl was strong； vigorous and vengeful； a Welshwoman to the heart； barely grazed； he knew the kind。 The wind of action blew her； she felt no pain and was aware of no effusion of blood； blood she wanted； and with justification。 She was close on his heels as he rolled like a thunderbolt down the narrow path through the graveyard towards the gate。 The night was huge； velvet； sewn with stars； their veiled and delicate light barely casting shadows。 All mat quiet space received and smothered the sound of their passage； and smoothed the stillness of the night over it。
Out of the bushes beyond the graveyard wall a man's figure started； tall； slender and swift； leaping to block the gateway。 Columbanus saw him； and baulked for a moment； but Cadfael was running hard behind him； and the next instant the fugitive made up his mind and rushed on； straight at the shadow that moved to intercept him。 Hard on Cadfael's heels； Sioned suddenly shrieked： 〃Take care； Engelard！ He has a dagger！〃
Engelard heard her； and swerved to the right at the very moment of collision； so that the stroke meant for his heart only ripped a fluttering ribbon of cloth from his sleeve。 Columbanus would have bored his way past at speed； and run for the cover of the woods； but Engelard's long left arm swept round hard into the back of his neck； sending him off…balance for a moment； though he kept his feet； and Engelard's right fist got a tight grip on the flying cowl； and twisted。 Half…strangled； Columbanus whirled again and struck out with the knife； and this time Engelard was ready for the flash； and took the thrusting wrist neatly in his left hand。 They swayed and wrestled together； feet braced in the grass； and they were very fairly matched if both had been armed。 That unbalance was soon amended。 Engelard twisted at the wrist he held； ignoring the clawing of Columbanus' free hand at his throat； and the numbed fingers opened at last and let the dagger fall。 Both lunged for it； but Engelard scooped it up and flung it contemptuously aside into the bushes； and grappled his opponent with his bare hands。 The fight was all but over。 Columbanus hung panting and gasping； both arms pinned； looking wildly round for a means of escape and finding none。
〃Is this the man？〃 demanded Engelard。
Sioned said： 〃Yes。 He has owned to it。〃
Engelard looked beyond his prisoner then for the first time； and saw her standing in the soft starlight that was being to their accustomed eyes almost as clear as day。 He saw her dishevelled and bruised and gazing with great； shocked eyes； her left arm gashed and bleeding freely； though the cut was shallow。 He saw smears of her blood dabbling the white sheet in which she was swathed。 By starlight there is little or no colour to be seen b
