One Corpse Too Many (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #2)

by Ellis Peters

They had entered the walled garden, and were suddenly engulfed and drowned in all those sun-drenched fragrances, rosemary, thyme, fennel, dill, sage, lavender, a whole world of secret sweetness.

But I value devotion and fidelity, and doubt if it matters whether the object falls short. What you do and what you are is what matters. Your loyalty is as sacred as mine.

All the things of the wild have their proper uses, only misuse makes them evil.”

In such dreadful times as these no one can do more than choose his own road according to his conscience, and bear the consequences of his choice, whatever they may be.”

So it always is, he thought, to relieve another you must burden yourself.

every untimely death, every man cut down in his vigour and strength without time for repentance and reparation, is one corpse too many.