He
was no fool, and could hardly have failed to notice that he was being obliquely
invited to believe that Cadfael might, when confronted with his old sweetheart
married to another, have so far succumbed to jealousy as to remove his rival
from the world with his own hands. Who,
after all, knew the properties of herbs and plants better, or the proportions
in which they could be used for good or ill?
God forbid it should enter any mind, Jerome had said piously, neatly
planting the notion as he deplored it.
(from Monk’s Hood by Ellis Peters)
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