A Morbid Taste For Bones

under the eaves, a large jug carried in both hands. The lively brown eyes flickered over the visitors, took in Cadfael and the priest with easy friendli

He doubted if there was a finer Benedictine garden in the whole kingdom

gh whether by an angel or an imp remained to be seen.

“Lower your eyes, brother,” said Jerome chidingly. “It is not seemly to look so straightly upon women.”

“And how did he know there were women passing,” whispered Brother John rebelliously, “if his own eyes were so dutifully lowered?

Rhisiart looked him over with those fine, challenging

There was a good laughter echoing from end to end of the bench under the eav

For Brother Cadfael had come late to the monastic lif