Rhisiart

If it so pleased her she could be both quiet and content in her grave with Rhisiart, lulled by bird-song in the hawthorn trees, and here attentive and incorporeal, a little flame of spirit in the coffin of unworthy Columbanus, who had killed not for her exaltation but for his own.

The Pilgrim of Hate Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1984

And if one of the servants ever called down Engelard, thinking to curry favour with Rhisiart, he'd soon get told that the alltud's an honest man and a good worker, worth ten of the likes of his backbiters.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

Rhisiart had not been shot down with an arrow, but felled from behind at close quarters, out of thick cover, a coward's killing.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

We all saw them set off together, and they'd be in the chapel and on their knees long before ever Rhisiart came down towards the path.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

It was then approaching noon, the time when Rhisiart should join them.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

"And Rhisiart bears with her?" asked Cadfael delicately.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

The only one who left, before we all came forth for Vespers and set off to search for Rhisiart, was Brother Richard, who offered to go and see if he could meet with him or get word of him, and was gone perhaps an hour and a half, and came back empty-handed.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

There must have been others who had a grudge against Rhisiart, others whose plans he was obstructing, besides Saint Winifred.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

Not necessarily a proof of any guilt on his part, beyond the guilt of still wishing to refuse grace to Rhisiart, without actually having to do so face to face with his daughter.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977

A good man with cattle, worth plenty to his lord, and Rhisiart knows it and values him fairly on it.

A Morbid Taste For Bones Peters, Ellis, 1913-1995 1977