The Hermit of Eyton Forest

The Hermit of Eyton Forest (1987) Ellis Peters

Set in England in 1142

The 14th Brother Cadfael mystery.

“There’s no end to the follies any man can commit.”

(A) big, burly, thrusting man, his face abruptly lit as he swung past the torch fixed at the gate, and then as abruptly darkened. A massive face, fleshy and yet hard, muscled like a wrestler’s arms, handsome in a brutal fashion, the face of a man not in anger at this moment, but always ready to be angry.

Worse, Hugh, I do not repent me! Do you suppose there is room within the bounds of grace for one who has set his hand to the plough, and every little while abandons his furrow to turn back among the sheep and lambs?”

“I think the sheep and lambs might think so,” said Hugh, gravely smiling. “He would have their prayers. Even the black sheep and the grey, like some you’ve argued for against God and me in your time.”

“There are very few all black,” said Cadfael. “Dappled, perhaps, like this great rangy beast you choose to ride. Most of us have a few mottles about us. As well, maybe, it makes for a more tolerant judgement of the rest of God’s creatures.

Publisher: MysteriousPress
Rating: 7/10

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