Hugh Beringar: I would know more of you, Cadfael. In this new town of mine I shall need a good friend. And I can think of none better than a rare Benedictine.
Brother Cadfael: Then in this end there is a beginning as well. And that is as it should be.
Brother Cadfael: All questions find answers if you wait long enough.
Sergeant Rhys: Your voice is familiar to me. I should know you, brother.
Brother Cadfael: So you should, Sergeant Rhys. But small wonder if my name escapes you. Forty years have gone by since we fought together... at the taking of Jerusalem.
Sergeant Rhys: [turns aside, trying to remember, then:] No... no! Cadfael?
[Cadfael nods, grinning]
Sergeant Rhys: CADFAEL!
[He throws his arms around Cadfael and the two men embrace]
Brother Cadfael: I wonder about you too. A natural conspirator, I'd say.
Hugh Beringar: Yes, well, one knows another.
[Cadfael and Hugh return to Cadfael's workshop]
Brother Cadfael: Would you like to taste my wine?
Hugh Beringar: Oh, gladly! And I'll drink to your better success, against all opponents but Hugh Beringar.
Brother Cadfael: [finding his wine] This at least the mercenaries missed...
[Hugh opens the treasure sack, and finds nothing inside except stones]
Hugh Beringar: And I've been commiserating with you all this time, when you had this in store for me! What a fool I was to think I could out-trick you...
Brother Cadfael: [handing him wine] Now I'll drink to your better success, against all opponents but Cadfael.
Hugh Beringar: [as he and Cadfael watch Godith and Torold depart] You'll miss her.
Brother Cadfael: Like a fiber gone from my heart.
Brother Cadfael: [to Godith and Torold] All I have to do now is conjure two good horses out of empty air, retrieve your hidden treasure for you and see you safely into Wales... well, harder things are done daily by the saints.
Hugh Beringar: [he comes upon Cafdael working in his herb garden] A pleasant change from harvesting dead men, brother.
Brother Cadfael: I hope we've finished with *that* kind of crop in Shrewsbury.
Hugh Beringar: They say you had a wide-ranging career before coming to the cloister. You must find it unbearably dull here after such battles, with no enemy left to fight.
Brother Cadfael: Well, I'm not finding it at all dull these days.
Brother Cadfael: Is there something here I can help you to? Or are you just curious to learn about these simple herbs of mine?
Hugh Beringar: I'd hardly say it was any simplicity I came to study.
Godith: [referring to Brother Cadfael] *He* at least can tell a hart from a hind!
Hugh Beringar: [after Adam Courcelles has been killed in the trial-by-combat] I trust I've proven my case?
King Stephen: Your opponent proved it for you, all too well.
Brother Cadfael: We deal with what is. Leave what might have been to eyes that can see it plainly.
Hugh Beringar: And none see plainer than yours.
Hugh Beringar: [before the trial-by-combat begins] I knew you wouldn't fail me.
Brother Cadfael: Now see that *you* don't fail *me*.
Hugh Beringar: No dread. I shall never be readier, and your arm will be seconding mine.
Brother Cadfael: Yes, at every stroke.