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ost of Gwytherin gathered round the place in the course of the day； all work left at a standstill in the fields and crofts； to watch the end of this contention。 For Sioned had spoken truly。 She and all her household servants were there among the rest； in mourning and massed to bring out Rhisiart's body for burial when the time came； but this funeral party had bee； for the time being； no more than a side…issue； an incident in the story of Saint Winifred； and a closed incident at that。
Cadwallon was there； Uncle Meurice was there； and Bened； and all the other neighbours。 And there at his father's elbow； withdrawn and brooding； stood young Peredur； by the look of him wishing himself a hundred leagues away。 His thick dark brows were drawn together as though his head ached； and wherever his brown eyes wandered； it was never towards Sioned。 He had crept here reluctantly at her express asking； but he could not or would not face her。 The bold red mouth was chilled and pale from the tension with which it was tightened against his teeth。 He watched the dark pit deepen in the grass； and breathed hard and deep； like a man containing pain。 A far cry from the spoiled boy with the long； light step and the audacious smile； who so plainly had taken it for granted that the world was his for the wooing。 Peredur's demons were at him within。
The ground was moist but light； not hard to work； but the grave was deep。 Gradually the diggers sank to the shoulders in the pit； and by mid…afternoon Brother Cadfael； shortest of the party； had almost disappeared from view when he took his final turn in the depths。 No one dared to doubt openly if they were in the right place； but some must have been wondering。 Cadfael； for no good reason that he could see； had no doubts at all。 The girl was here。 She had lived many years as an abbess after her brief martyrdom and miraculous restoration； yet he thought of her as that devout； green girl； in romantic love with celibacy and holiness； who had fled from Prince Cradoc's advances as from the devil himself。 By some perverse severance of the heart in two he could feel both for her and for the desperate lover； so roughly molten out of the flesh and presumably exterminated in the spirit。 Did anyone every pray for him？ He was in greater need than Winifred。 In the end； perhaps the only prayers he ever benefited by were Winifred's prayers。 She was Welsh； and capable of detachment and subtlety。 She might well have put in a word for him； to reassemble his liquefied person and congeal it again into the shape of a man。 A chastened man； doubtless； but still the same shape as before。 Even a saint may take pleasure； in retrospect； in having been once desired。
The spade grated on something in the dark； friable soil； something neither loam nor stone。 Cadfael checked his stroke instantly at its suggestion of age； frailty and crumbling dryness。 He let the blade lie； and stooped to scoop away with his hands the cool； odorous； gentle earth that hid the obstruction from him。 Dark soil peeled away under his fingers from a slender； pale； delicate thing； the gentle dove…grey of pre…dawn； but freckled with pitted points of black。 He drew out an arm…bone； scarcely more than child size； and stroked away the clinging earth。 Islands of the same soft colouring showed below； grouped loosely together。 He did not want to break any of them。 He hoisted the spade and tossed it out of the pit。
〃She is here。 We have found her。 Softly； now； leave her to me。〃
Faces peered in upon him。 Prior Robert gleamed in silvery agitation； thirsting to plunge in and dredge up the prize in person； but deterred by the clinging darkness of the soil and the whiteness of his hands。 Brother Columbanus at the brink towered and glittered； his exalted visage turned； not towards the depths where this fragile virgin substance lay at rest； but rather to the heavens from which her diffused spiritual essence had addressed him。 He displayed； no doubt of it； an aura of distinct proprietorship that dwarfed both prior and sub…prior； and shone with its full radiance upon all those who watched from the distance。 Brother Columbanus meant to be； was； and knew that he was； memorable in this memorable hour。
Brother Cadfael kneeled。 It may even have been a significant omen that at this moment he alone was kneeling。 He judged that he was at the feet of the skeleton。 She had been there some centuries； but the earth had dealt kindly； she might well be whole； or virtually whole。 He had not wanted her disturbed at all； but now he wanted her disturbed as little as might be； and delved carefully with scooping palms and probing； stroking finger…tips to uncover the whole slender length of her without damage。 She must have been a little above medium height； but willowy as a seventeen…year…old girl。 Tenderly he stroked the earth away from round her。 He found the skull； and leaned on stretched arms； fingering the eye…sockets clear； marvelling at the narrow elegance of the cheek…bones； and the generosity of the dome。 She had beauty and fineness in her death。 He leaned over her like a shield； and grieved。
〃Let me down a linen sheet；〃 he said； 〃and some bands to raise it smoothly。 She shall not e out of here bone by bone； but whole woman as she went in。〃
〃They handed a cloth down to him； and he spread it beside the slight skeleton； and with infinite care eased her free of the loose soil； and edged her by inches into the shroud of linen； laying the disturbed armbone in its proper place。 With bands of cloth slung under her she was drawn up into the light of day； and laid tenderly in the grass at the side of her grave。
〃We must wash away the soil…marks from her bones；〃 said Prior Robert； gazing in reverent awe upon the prize he had gone to such trouble to gain； 〃and wrap them afresh。〃
〃They are dry and frail and brittle； ' warned Cadfael impatiently。 〃If she is robbed of this Welsh earth she may very well crumble to Welsh earth herself in your hands。 And if you keep her here in the air and the sun too long； she may fall to dust in any case。 If you are wise； Father Prior； you'll wrap her well as she lies； and get her into the reliquary and seal her from the air as tight as you can； as quickly as you can。〃
That was good sense； and the prior acted on it； even if he did not much relish being told what to do so brusquely。 With hasty but exultant prayers they brought the resplendent coffin out to the lady； to avoid moving her more than they must； and with repeated swathings of linen bound her little bones carefully together； and laid her in the coffin。 The brothers who made it had realised the need for perfect sealing to preserve the treasure； and taken great pains to make the lid fit down close as a skin； and line the interior with lead。 Before Saint Winifred was carried back into the chapel for the thanksgiving Mass the lid was closed upon her； the catches secured； and at the end of the service the prior's seals were added to make all fast。 They had her imprisoned； to be carried away into the alien land that desired her patronage。 All the Welsh who could crowd into the chapel or cling close enough to the doorway to catch glimpses of the proceedings kept a silence uncannily perfect； thei