Brother Cadfael 13: The Rose Rent Read Free Page B

wrong," said Cadfael firmly. "Wrong, at least, for you."
    "Why would it be so wrong?" she challenged. The hood had slipped back from her head, the great braid of light-brown hair, silver-lit like veined oak, glowed faintly in the subdued light.
    "No one should take to the cloistered life as a second-best, and that is what you would be doing. It must be embraced out of genuine desire, or not at all. It is not enough to wish to escape from the world without, you must be on fire for the world within."
    "Was it so with you?" she asked, and suddenly she smiled, and her austere face kindled into warmth for a moment.
    He considered that in silence for a brief, cautious while. "I came late to it, and it may be that my fire burned somewhat dully," he said honestly at length, "but it gave light enough to show me the road to what I wanted. I was running towards, not away."
    She looked him full in the face with her daunting, direct eyes, and said with abrupt, bleak deliberation: "Have you never thought, Brother Cadfael, that a woman may have more cause to run away than ever you had? More perils to run from, and fewer alternatives than flight?"
    "That is truth," admitted Cadfael, stirring vigorously. "But you, as I know, are better placed than many to hold your own, as well as having more courage than a good many of us men. You are your own mistress, your kin depend on you, and not you on them. There is no overlord to claim the right to order your future, no one can force you into another marriage - yes, I have heard there are many would be only too pleased if they could, but they have no power over you. No father living, no elder kinsman to influence you. No matter how men may pester you or affairs weary you, you know you are more than equal to them. And as for what you have lost," he said, after a moment's hesitation as to whether he should tread so near, "it is lost only to this world. Waiting is not easy, but no harder, believe me, among the vexations and distractions of the world than in the solitude and silence of the cloister. I have seen men make that mistake, for as reasonable cause, and suffer all the more with the double deprivation. Do not you take that risk. Never unless you are sure of what you want, and want it with all your heart and soul."
    It was as much as he dared say, as much as and perhaps more than he had any right to say. She heard him out without turning her eyes away. He felt their clear stare heavy upon him all the time he was smoothing his ointment into its jar for her, and tying down the lid of the pot for safe carriage.
    "Sister Magdalen, from the Benedictine cell at Godric's Ford," he said, "is coming to Shrewsbury in two days' time, to fetch away Brother Edmund's niece, who wants to join the sisterhood there. As for the girl's motives, I know nothing of them, but if Sister Magdalen is accepting her as a novice it must be from conviction, and moreover, the child will be carefully watched, and get no further than her novitiate unless Magdalen is satisfied of her vocation. Will you speak with her about this? I think you already know something of her."
    "I do." Judith's voice was soft, and yet there was a shade of quiet amusement in the tone. "Her own motives, I think, when she entered Godric's Ford, were scarcely what you are demanding."
    That was something he could not well deny. Sister Magdalen had formerly been, for many years, the constant mistress of a certain nobleman, and on his death had looked about her with single-minded resolution for another field in which to employ her undoubted talents. No question but the choice of the cloister had been coolly and practically made. What redeemed it was the vigour and loyalty she had devoted to it since the day of her entry, and would maintain, without question, until the day of her death.
    "In no way that I know of," admitted Cadfael, "is Sister Magdalen anything but unique. You are right, she entered the cell seeking not a vocation, but a career, and a career