“I've decided I like those green shoes after all,” I said, spying what she had hidden beneath her longest gown. “Have you been wearing them every day, while I was in bed and couldn't forbid you?” Cecily smiled a secret smile.
“They're my favorites,” she said.
“Cécile, your stitches are very even and tiny,” said Madame, looking at her work. “I commend you.”
“Merci, almost-grandmother,” she answered, and I could see the pink color rising beneath her freckles.
“Lady Margaret, you are looking so pale. You mustn't overwork for my sake. I beg you, take rest now. You need to renew the blood you have lost, so that your little light will grow back.” I looked at her, amazed, and she smiled that quiet, knowing smile of hers. “My almost-daughter,” she said, “I could not be a woman and not understand what your struggle with that devil in the pond cost you. Every soul on this manor is grateful that you managed to negotiate an agreement with it.” Madame Agathe really is a true lady, I thought. She sees the pond-thing as a devil. Only the uncouth, the untutored, the wild things see the water woman as she is. Maybe some day even the children won't see her anymore. And me, I must be made wrong, for I sat with her, all finny-wet and slippery, and we made discourse, even if it was only in a dream. Lord, Lord, why didn't you make me a complete and spotless lady, too? Then I would see things all aright, the way they're supposed to be. And while you were doing it, great Lord of the Universe, you could have given me golden hair as well, which would have been ever so much more admirable. But God, who is often so enigmatic, didn't choose to answer this time, either.
NOW FROM THE MOMENT the banns were cried, there was such a buzz and a stir as was never before seen in the entire shire. Carts and and chapmen with sumpter mules began to arrive, all laden with good things, courtesy of the Burgundians. After them came all the flotsam and jetsam who knew that a wedding meant largesse: minstrels and jugglers and cripples who claimed they were war wounded comrades and soothsayers and wandering friars and pardoners and all the rest of them, and they camped outside the manor gate and infested the courtyard. Then messengers were sent to the grand gentry and to the neighbors to invite them all to the wedding, and those who lived at a distance came with their trains of servants to encamp themselves in all the houses about, including Brokesford itself. Gilbert and Hugo followed their father about, and every time he began to get irritated with the crowds and inconvenience and it looked as if the furniture might fly, they plied him with ale and told him how lordly his hospitality was, until he forgot who he was angry at.
But then something happened that made his malicious spirit beam forth good nature: a nervous messenger arrived from Madame Agathe's cousin, conveying congratulations to the mighty Lord of Brokesford, comrade in arms to the most high and puissant Duke of Lancaster. And Sir Hubert intimated that Madame's dowry lands might make a very nice little wedding present, and save her ungrateful cousin from the wrath of his many powerful connections, “INCLUDING the King's Magistrate, Sir Ralph FitzWilliam,” he bellowed, as he kicked the fellow down the front steps, “JUST IN CASE YOU WERE UNAWARE!”
“Father, you needn't get entangled in another law case so soon,” said Gilbert, as he hastened to dust off the esquire sent from Madame's former relatives and to make apologies to him.
“NONSENSE!” shouted Sir Hubert down the stairs after him, “just look how well the LAST one came out! Why, they didn't even dare face us in open court!”
“Hugo, where did you put that ale cup?” said Gilbert, looking quite pale around the mouth.
“Finished it up myself, brother. Oh, Margaret, there you are. How did you know we'd want replenishment? Give it all to Gilbert. His need is greatest.”
But after that, all annoyances rolled off the Lord of Brokesford's back just as if it were greased, and he strode about with his eyes fixed on vast distances, with a tuneless little sort of a humming on his breath, the way he always did when he was planning great mischief. “I don't like it,” said Gilbert as we sat up in bed that night, with the bodies of dozens of guests crammed into the solar, all snoring and wheezing and breathing. “The last time he was like this, he charged a French position single-handed.”
“My lord husband, this time take my advice. The minute the nuptial knot is tied, we speed from here more swiftly than an arrow's flight.”
“Consider it taken. We'll get everything packed the night before.”
“It's not as if we're abandoning him. Madame will be in charge, though it may tax even her formidable powers.”
“Oh, I think not. I saw her qualities from the first. Why do you think I took such pains?”
“Gregory! Did I hear you right? Did you plan this whole thing as matchmaking?”
“Well, I didn't plan. With father, you can never plan. Let's say, I thought if I gave it the proper sort of push, that is, a meeting would be inevitable, given the way he's always moving in on us, well, you know. I thought it might improve him no end. And you must admit, Madame's credentials as mistress of Brokesford are absolutely impeccable.”
“More than impeccable. It was a stroke of genius,” I answered. After that, it was Gilbert who went around for the next few days with a humming sort of sound under his breath, and all filled with contentment and conceit about his cleverness.
When at last all the guests and friends and villagers and gawkers had gathered to see Sir Hubert give the ring before the church door, they were treated to yet another surprise. Sir Hubert announced in a loud, firm voice, that his gift to the bride was a lifetime interest in the village and lands of Hamsby, with all the rents and duties pertaining thereto. In the general buzz, Hugo nudged Gilbert.
“What does he mean, Hamsby for life? How does he expect me to live, for God's sake? On the remainder?”
“I hear he's sent south for some sort of especially hairy sheep she admires,” said Sir John.“Imagine, sheep at Hamsby. Sheep are suited only for knaves. Gentlemen have horses.”
“Oh, I don't know,” responded Sir William who had come with his wife and his son Phillip, who had been a squire, long ago, with Gilbert. “My Joan, here, has spinning women who make the finest wool in Derbyshire, and those sheep she talked me into getting are putting in a new gatehouse and paying for my second son's knighthood. You just have to keep them out of the good pastureland. They cut it up.”
“I say, when he wakes from this love-stupor and discovers his lands are covered with sheep, there'll be no holding him,” responded Sir John. “Ah, the church doors are open. Why, look at that! A stained glass window! How ever did he manage?”The visiting knights looked astonished at the church's new grandeur. I looked at Gilbert, and Gilbert looked at me, and we were silent a long time. I thought from the very first that window was in the worst possible taste, considering what had gone on, and Gilbert thought so too, though he hadn't been able to talk him out of it. Christ vanquishing demons, presented in honor of his marriage. Why not a lovely virgin, or a Christ in glory, or maybe an archangel Michael? Oh, no, demons it was, all pouring out of a woman's mouth and flying away on leathery little wings. Gilbert's father said it was appropriate.
“My goodness, Christ vanquishing demons. Yes, I remember, this was the church of the miracles. I wonder if I offer a candle here, the saint will vanquish those mice in my storage barns.” Overhearing the visitors, I suddenly understood all.
“Gilbert,” I whispered, “he chose that awful window for the money.” Gilbert nodded silently toward the poor box.
“It's been full ever since—well, you know. The place has got a reputation.” I hadn't been in the village church since I had recovered from my illness, and I found it much changed. All the statues had been re-gilded, and there was a beautiful new rood screen, and even a little organ, wheezing and thumping, pumped by a sweating little boy while an old friar played tunes. Prosperity shone from it, and it looked good, all crowded with folk clad in their best. At the front, the wedding mass was being celebrated in great style, with beeswax candles of the fin
est, and incense that was supposed to come from the Holy Land, but probably was just brought in from King's Lynn.
“Quick, Margaret, think of something annoying. Accounts. How much the wine will cost.”
“Whatever for? Look, they are elevating the host.”
“Margaret, you're doing it again.”And sure enough, I realized the room was looking pinkish orange, and Alison was pulling on my sleeve, and Cecily was looking away at the vaulted roof, all embarrassed. What a funny sound it was that I thought I heard then, as I looked down at my hands to see that the light had come back. It was the sound of sunlight on water, of the shining bubbles that dance by the stones in the brook. There in the crowded nave beneath the hammer-beams and the scandalous new window, with the smoke of candles and incense rising toward heaven, I swore I could hear the soft echo of the water woman's laughter.
THE WATER DEVIL READER'S FROUP GUIDE
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Amysterious pond in the woods that terrifies and intrigues; a lady possessed by devils; an alchemist who conjures items from the past to help secure the future … Judith Merkle Riley's The Water Devil contains many fascinating themes that are perfect for discussion. This guide is designed to help direct your reading group's conversation about this last novel in Riley's mystical Margaret of Ashbury trilogy.
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
“When you think of wars and high talk, Margaret, remember it's all really a matter of money” (page 4). Talk about the role of wealth (and lack thereof) in the novel. How important is money in The Water Devil?
Margaret, Brother Malachi, and Mother Hilde all inhabit a spiritual world that is in juxtaposition with organized religion—what did you think of this, and how do you think the two ways of life are compatible?
Consider Margaret's special gift of healing powers. After Lady Petronilla kidnaps young Peregrine and throws him into the pond, Margaret and the boy nearly drown as Margaret attempts to pull him from the water, and Peregrine hovers near death for days afterward. Why wasn't Margaret able to employ her skills to help her son?
What did you think of Sir Hubert? Did your opinion of him change as you read The Water Devil? What did you think Madame Agathe found attractive about him?
Margaret speaks with God, who tells her, “Margaret, for every person who prays for love and peace, there are a halfdozen who pray for war and glory” (page 14). Why would God say such a thing?
Sir Roger, the town priest, muses to himself, “Rumors of diabolical pleasure, supernatural beings, succubuses hot with desire—matters were getting out of control. The pond thing would debauch the entire parish if something were not done, and soon” (page 62). Discuss the roles of Christianity, superstition, and pre-Christian paganism in The Water Devil. Why were the townspeople so fascinated by and fearful of the pond and the spirit that inhabited it? Who were some of the characters who weren't afraid of the pond and its occupant? Why weren't they scared?
Discuss Gilbert's near-death experience (pages 25–28). How does this experience change him?
At the behest of Gilbert, with wary approval from Margaret, their daughters Alison and Cecily are taught the ways of becoming a “gentlelady” by Madame Agathe. What is Madame's definition of a “lady?” Which character in the novel best fits it?
Discuss Lady Petronilla. Was she truly insane, or was there a method to her madness? If the latter, what do you think she was trying to gain by pretending to be possessed by devils?
In Chapter 7 (pages 60–64), Hugh the swineherd encounters the succubus and is seduced by her. Did you think there really was a succubus, or did you realize it was Lady Petronilla? Hugo speaks longingly of encountering a succubus, and attempts to do so: “They say there's a succubus off at the pond. I'm off to hunt her up” (page 143). For such a dangerous creature, why did men in The Water Devil find a succubus so appealing?
What did you think of Brother Malachi and his practice of alchemy? Did you think the scheme he concocted to help Sir Hubert regain his land would work?
There are many memorable, even eccentric, characters in The Water Devil. Who do you think were some of the most interesting? Why?
The Water Devil offers many plot twists, especially near its conclusion. Which ones took you by surprise? Why? Were there any that you predicted? If so, what were some clues?
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Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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