Eiluned was given a Christian burial by Gerold but her accomplices were imprisoned in the dungeons along with Durand and the man they had tried to rescue. At Ralph’s suggestion, Gruffydd ap Cynan was treated with the respect due to his position and allowed regular exercise and edible food. The Prince of Gwynedd still languished in captivity but there was a definite improvement in his lot.
At the end of another satisfying day, the commissioners were entitled to congratulate themselves. Canon Hubert led the way.
‘We were in supreme form today,’ he boasted.
‘You always are,’ said Brother Simon.
‘Thank you.’
‘Hubert is right,’ said Ralph. ‘It was our most productive session so far. The more cases we study, the more clearly does Lambert’s villainy emerge. He stole land from everyone.’
‘With the help of a certain friend in an exalted position,’reminded Gervase discreetly. ‘That is how he got away with it.’
‘Property was his payment,’ said Ralph.
‘Yes, Eiluned was right about him. He was the earl’s executioner. Whenever someone had to be removed to satisfy a whim or pay off a grudge, Raoul Lambert was called in. He knew the earl better than anyone.’
‘That is why he had to be bribed into silence.’
‘Yes, Ralph.’
‘And why Hugh was so shocked by his death. He leaned so heavily on Lambert when he was alive. A man like that could not easily be replaced.’
Brother Simon stifled a yawn then shocked them all. ‘I miss Archdeacon Idwal,’ he admitted.
‘Saints preserve us!’ exclaimed Hubert.
‘That is like saying you miss a disfiguring disease,’ said Ralph.‘Idwal was a menace.’
‘There was no real harm in him,’ said Simon.
‘That is where you are wrong,’ chimed in Hubert. ‘I was on hand to prevent him from committing a serious crime that would have left the cathedral without its most treasured relic. As it is,the Gospel of St Chad has been rescued and Idwal has gone home to Wales with his tail between his legs.’
Simon was wistful. ‘I still miss him.’
‘Why?’ demanded Hubert.
‘He enlivened the city.’
‘Wildfire would do that.’
‘And cause less damage,’ added Ralph.
‘I agree with Brother Simon,’ said Gervase. ‘Idwal brightened up our day. As long as you did not stand downwind of him, he could be a charming companion. And he did persuade Gruffydd ap Cynon to urge peace on his followers.’
‘The Welsh are a bizarre race,’ opined Hubert. ‘None more so than Idwal. What kind of man imagines that he can get away with a crime against a cathedral? I simply would not condone it.’
The four men packed up their satchels and made for the door.Hubert remembered an invitation he had been asked to pass on.
‘One moment, my lord.’
‘Yes, Hubert?’
‘You and your dear wife are cordially invited to dine at the bishop's palace tomorrow, if you are free.’
‘We should be delighted to, Hubert,’ said Ralph with gratitude.‘When the festivities are over.’
‘Festivities?’
‘Golde and I have to go down to the river first.’
‘Why?’
‘To see punishment being meted out.’
‘To whom?’ asked Simon.
‘The brewer who supplied that disgusting beer to the castle.Golde reported him in order to save others from the fate that she suffered. He was ordered to pay a fine of four shillings.’
Gervase baulked. ‘As much as that?’
‘The brewer took the same view and refused to pay.’
‘What will happen to him?’
‘He has been sentenced to the cucking stool.’
‘Serves him right,’ said Hubert.
Simon was more sympathetic. ‘You mean that he will be strapped in and ducked under the water?’
‘Yes,’ said Ralph, ‘and I hope that he swallows a mouthful every time he goes under.’
‘Why, my lord?’
‘Because then he will know what his beer tastes like!’
Brother Simon emitted his first laugh of the year.
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