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Fiction. Mystery. Historical Fiction. HTML:A despised priest is drowned in a pond in this medieval mystery filled with "lively period detail" (Kirkus Reviews). In a mild December in the year of our Lord 1141, a new priest comes to the parishioners of the Foregate outside the Abbey of Saint Peter and Saint Paul. Father Ailnoth brings with him a housekeeper and her nephew�??and a disposition that invites murder. Brother Cadfael quickly sees that father Ailnoth is a harsh man who, striding along in his black cassock, looks like a doomsaying raven. The housekeeper's nephew, Benet, is quite different�??a smiling lad, a hard worker in Cadfael's herb garden, but, as Brother Cadfael soon discovers, an impostor. And when Ailnoth is found drowned, suspicion falls on Benet, though many in the Foregate had cause to want this priest dead. Now Brother Cadfael is gathering clues along with his medicinals to treat a case of unholy passions, tragic politics, and perhaps divine interve… (more)
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"… it will be a long journey through purgatory, but no doubt even the most winding way gets there in the end." - p. 161
We find the rigid legalistic viewpoint embodied in Father Ailnoth, newly
Brother Cadfael, herbalist and amateur sleuth at the Abbey of Saint Peter and Saint Paul in Shrewsbury, England is summoned to apply his shrewd powers of crime detection made difficult by a close-mouthed populace.
At the conclusion of the case there are decisions to be weighed in the scales of justice and grace. Abbot Radulfus eloquently sums up the attitudes of the bearers of grace to a crowd still smarting from the injustices of Father Ailnoth warning them about thinking too highly of oneself and about judging others. "The company of the saints is not to be determined by any measure within our understanding. It cannot be made up of those without sin, for who that ever wore flesh, except one, can make so high a claim? But we, all we who share the burden of sin, it behoves us not to question or fret concerning the measure dealt out to us, or try to calculate our own merit and deserving, for we have not the tools by which to measure values concerning the soul. That is God's business. Rather it behoves us to live every day as though it were our last, to the full of such truth and kindness as is within us, and to lie down every night as though the next day were to be our first, and a new and pure beginning. The day will come when all will be made plain."
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Brother Cadfael's twelfth outing as a medieval sleuth in monastic robes combines familiar elements: mysterious death, misplaced suspicion, disguised aristocrats, young love, and natural justice played out against a vast
I continue to enjoy this series, but I think it would also do to let a little more time elapse between episodes to offset a cloying sameness. Just what I needed at this juncture, however.
This is my second time reading this book and I know I rated it 5 stars, but I can't find any review or a date for when I read it before sometime between 2016 and 2018 (when I read the one right before and after it so since I first added this on July 8, 2017, I'm going with the end of that month for a first read.
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