by Филиппа Карр
"It's my best elder flower," Eugene told me.
"The one you were telling me of," said Bruno.
"And you particularly wish the Mistress to try it.”
Eugene said this was the one. He went out smiling complacently and Bruno poured the wine into the glasses and brought one to me.
I was in no mood for drinking. I set down the glass and said: "It is no use, Bruno.
I see this clearly. We cannot go on living this life. It is false. There is only one chance of our being able to make a life for ourselves and our daughter. We will let it be known that we have found the monk's confession. The miracle of St. Bruno's will be finished forever. It will be forgotten in time.
"And what do you wish me to do?”
"It is simple. We will tell everyone at the Abbey that we have found the confession.
This will be the proof we need to show that Keziah's story was true. You must tell your Spanish masters that you can no longer go on with this falsehood.”
"I tell you I have no Spanish masters.”
"Then tell me this, too. How did you find the money to do all that you have done here?”
"This is where your story breaks down, does it not? So you have to provide me with Spanish masters. I tell you I have none. I have not received money from foreign countries to refound the Abbey.”
"Then where did you find the money?”
"It came to me... as I told you, from heaven.”
"You insist on this story!”
"I swear to you that the means of rebuilding the Abbey came from heaven. You are dabbling in matters too great for you, Damask. You do not understand. Come, drink up your wine. Eugene will want to hear what you think of his latest brew.”
I picked up the glass and even as I did so I was aware of Bruno's gaze fixed on me.
There was hatred in it. Oh, yes, he hated me. I knew then that it was because I had the means in my power to expose him.
What was it? Some warning perhaps. I was never to know. But I just felt that I must not drink that wine.
I set it down and said: "I am in no mood for drinking.”
"Can you not take a sip or so to please Eugene?”
"I am in no mood to judge.”
"Then I shall not drink alone.”
"So he will not know your judgment either.”
"I have already given it. It is of his best.”
"Perhaps I will try it later," I said.
Bruno went out and left me.
My heart was beating fast. I picked up the wine and smelled it. I could detect nothing.
I took both glasses and opening the window threw out the wine.
Then I laughed at myself. He is proud, I thought; he is arrogant; he sees himself of greater importance than other men. But that does not mean he is a murderer.
I thought suddenly of Simon Caseman and I had a vision of his writhing in the flames.
Bruno had sent him to his death... as Simon had endeavored to send him, as Simon had sent my own father.
Was not that murder? Simon had proved himself to be Bruno's enemy-as I had...
The next day I went to Caseman Court. My mother was delighted to see me.
"I was saying to the twins only today," she said, "that you would be coming to see me and bringing Kate too. I understand she is at the Abbey." She looked at me closely.
"Why, Damask, is something wrong?”
I thought: She must know of course that Catherine and Carey cannot marry and she will have to know why. So I told her.
"A bad business," she said. "There was always something wanton about Kate. I often thought she was deceiving Remus. And the boys too... well he was as proud as a peacock at his time of life. It's a sorry matter. Poor Catherine; I will send something over for her. And you, daughter! Well, husbands are unfaithful... though a man in Bruno's position... Well, well, your stepfather never believed in his faith.
It was not the true faith, you see.”
"Mother," I said, "be careful. Men and women are being burned at Smithfield for saying what you have just said.”
“‘Tis so, and that's a sorry matter too. Poor, poor Catherine. Such a child though.
She'll recover. And Carey too. I would not have thought it of Bruno. He being so well thought of. Almost holy. Why Clement and Eugene used to genuflect when they spoke of him. It wasn't right. Your stepfather...”
"It has been a great shock to me," I said. "But you have comforted me.”
"Bless you, daughter. That's what mothers are for. And you will comfort Catherine.”
"I shall try to do so with all my heart.”
"Ah, I had a good husband.”
"Two good husbands, Mother.”
"Yes, I suppose that is a good tally.”
"Indeed it is.”
"I am going to give you some of my new cure. It is herb two pence and I know from Mother Salter that it will cure almost any illness you can name. When I was gathering it I saw Bruno. He was gathering herbs too. I talked to him and I was surprised what he knew of them. He said that when he was a boy he was taught the power of them. He had vervain for he said Thomas, one of his men, suffered from the ague and there is nothing like vervain for that. And he was getting woodruff for someone else's liver. Then I saw that among the herbs he had gathered was what seemed to be parsley but I knew it for hemlock and I said to him, 'Look, what have you there? Do you know that is hemlock?' He said he knew it well, but that Clement had gathered it for parsley and he was taking some back with him to show him the difference.”
"Hemlock... that's a deadly poison, is it not?”
"As all should know. I'm surprised at Clement. Why, I remember one of our maids mistook it for parsley and that was the end of her.”
I thought of the glasses of untasted wine and I wanted to tell her of my fears. Mothers, as she had said so often, were meant to comfort.
"There," she said, "what shall I give you? Something to make you sleep.”
"No," I said, "give me an ashen branch, Mother, for you once said that would drive evil away from my pillow.”
Dusk had fallen. The Abbey was silent.
I pictured Catherine in her room, face downward on her bed, staring into space at a desolate future which did not contain her lover. And of what did Kate think in her room? Was she reviewing the past? The wrong she had done Remus, the terrible consequences which meant that the sins of the parents must be borne by the children?
I laid on my pillow the ashen branch my mother had given me, but I could not sleep easily. I dozed a little and dreamed that Bruno crept into the room and stood over me and I saw that he had two heads and one was that of Simon Caseman.
I called out in my sleep and when I awoke the word "Murderers" was on my lips.
I started up. I was too disturbed to sleep. I kept thinking of Bruno gathering hemlock and bringing in the wine.
He hated me as much as that! He would have hated anyone who crossed him. His love for himself was so great that anyone who did not feed it was his enemy. He would not accept the fact that he was an ordinary mortal, and therein lay his madness.
If he had tried with the wine would he not try again? I thought of leaving him, taking Catherine with me to Caseman Court.
I rose from my bed and sat in the window seat brooding on my situation. Could I speak to Kate? No, for I no longer trusted Kate. All those years when I had confided in her she had been his mistress; for Colas must have been conceived on one of her visits to the Abbey. I imagined her sharing confidences with me and then going off to share Bruno's bed.
Whom could one trust? It seemed only my mother.
I must have sat there brooding for more than an hour when I saw Bruno. He was making his way to the tunnels.
I watched him. I had seen him go that way before. I remembered a long-ago occasion when I thought Honey had wandered down to the tunnels. I had gone to look for her.
Bruno had been there then and very angry to find me.
I had never been to the tunnels. It was one of the few pa
rts of the Abbey I had not explored because Bruno had said it was unsafe there. There had been a fall of earth when he was a boy and he warned everyone against venturing down into that underground passage which led to them.
Yet he did not hesitate to go.
I thought afterward that it was foolish of me, but it was too late then. I was already out of bed, my feet in slippers, my cloak around me.
It was a warm night but I was shivering-with fear, I suppose, and apprehension, but something more than curiosity drove me. I had the feeling that it was of the utmost importance for me to follow Bruno that night. Mother Salter had told my mother that at moments in our lives when death is close we have an overwhelming desire to reach it. It is as though we are beckoned on by an angel whom we cannot resist and this angel is the Angel of Death.
So I felt on that night. Even by day the tunnels had repelled me; and now here I was at the entrance to them and I must descend that dark stairway although I knew that there was a man down there who, I believed, had had it in his mind to murder me.
There was a little light at the entrance to the tunnels-enough to show me the stairs down which I had fallen when I went to look for Honey.
I reached the top step and sliding my feet along the ground cautiously descended.
My eyes had grown a little accustomed to the darkness and I realized that ahead of me lay three openings. I hesitated and then I was aware of a faint light at the end of one of them. It moved. It could be someone carrying a lantern. It must be Bruno.
I touched the cold wall. It was slimy. My common sense said: Turn back. First count the tunnels and tomorrow come down, bring a lantern. Perhaps bring Catherine with you and explore. But that urge which I thought of as the Angel of Death was urging me on and I had to follow.
Carefully I picked my way, quietly sliding my feet over the stones in the passage.
On and on went the light; it disappeared and appeared again. It was like a will-o'-the-wisp and a thought came to me. Perhaps it is not Bruno but some spirit of a longdead monk who will punish me for prying into what might well be a holy place.
The light went out suddenly. The darkness seemed intense. But I still went on. I felt my way carefully with my hands, sliding my feet so as not to trip.
Then I came to the opening and there was the light again. I was in a chamber and the lantern was on the ground. A man was standing there. I knew it was Bruno. "You dared... ," he cried.
"Yes, I dared.”
He came toward me and as he did so a figure loomed up behind him-a great white glittering figure.
I cried: "There is someone here.”
"Yes," he answered. "There is someone here.”
I stared at the figure. It had seemed to move because the light from my lantern had caught the glittering jewels with which it was covered. I saw the crown with the great stone which was dazzling in the dimness.
I had seen it before.
"I should have killed you before this," said Bruno savagely.
He came toward me menacingly and I shrank away, thinking: I am going to die here... now... and Bruno is going to kill me. Everything that has happened from the moment I went through the door in the Abbey wall has led me to this moment. And
Bruno is going to kill me.
I had played into his hands. I had come of my own accord into the secret tunnels.
He would kill me and leave me here and no one would know what had become of me. I should disappear here... beneath the Abbey.
"Bruno," I cried. "Wait. Don't act rashly. Think...”
He did not answer. Time appeared to have slowed down. The silence seemed to go on and on.
"Bruno...." I was not sure whether he had heard for although my lips formed the words I seemed to have lost the power to speak.
It was surprising that my thoughts could stray from this terrible danger; but I was saying to myself: It was here that he found his wealth. It was not from Spain. I am beginning to understand and that is why I am going to die.
There was no escape. I was trapped. Nothing could save me.
He was close to me now. His hands would be on my throat, pressing out life forever.
I was lost.
But I was wrong.
The great figure looming behind him had moved. He, with his back to it, could not see this. It was my fancy. But, no. It swayed. It seemed to totter and then suddenly it fell.
It came crashing down toward us. Instinctively I leaped back, but Bruno had not seen it.
There was a deafening sound. I closed my eyes, waiting for death. I stood cowering against the cold stone wall. I waited... for what I was not sure. For death, I supposed.
Then I opened my eyes and saw that Bruno lay beneath that great image.
I forgot everything else but that he was my husband and I had loved him once.
"Bruno," I cried. "Bruno!”
I knelt beside him. I brought the lantern close. His body was crushed and his eyes were wide open, staring at me but there was no recognition in them.
I must get help, I told myself. I looked about me for the entrance to this place and I saw that I was in a kind of chamber. The sides of it were of rock, as was the ceiling. It had been built, I guessed, to store the Abbey's treasures. And this great figure lying on the floor ablaze with jewels I had seen before. It was the jeweled Madonna of the secret chapel.
It was comparatively easy to make my way out of the chamber but doing so I tripped over a lever of some sort and in that moment I heard a rumbling sound. I thought that it was due to a fall of earth, but this was not so. I turned. The chamber had disappeared. I knew that a door had slid down shutting it off and that I was on one side of that door, Bruno on the other. I set down the lantern and examined the door.
I could see no handle on it, no catch, no means of opening it. Then just as I had had the compulsion to follow Bruno, so I had the intense desire to get away.
I was alone in those dark tunnels. I must try to bring help to Bruno for I could do nothing alone. Slowly I found my way back to the steps.
Who could best help? I thought at once of Valerian. I knew where he slept. It was in one of the old guesthouses where several of the monks had their quarters.
Still carrying the lantern I went to his room. It was as I expected-the crucifix on the wall, the hard pallet, a desk, a chair and no other furniture.
"Valerian!" I cried.
He started up from his bed and I said: "I have just come from the tunnels. I followed Bruno there tonight. There has been a terrible accident.”
"Bruno is dead," he answered quietly.
"How can you know that?”
"I know it," he replied. He put on a fustian robe and went on: "We will go back to the tunnels.”
I said: "I must explain to you. I followed him, I felt a compulsion to do so.”
He nodded.
"I found him in a sort of chamber. There was a great glittering figure there. I had seen it before because he had shown it to me and to Kate when we were children. I think he was going to kill me. The figure fell... he was beneath it. I came away and a sort of door descended.”
He did not speak but taking the lantern, led the way through the tunnels. I could see that he knew the way.
He paused at length and said: "This is where you entered the chamber.”
"It would be here, but I see no sign of it."
''Here is what you call the door.”
''We should bring him back to the house. He will need a doctor.”
Valerian shook his head. "He will never need a doctor again.”
''Open the door and go in.”
"I cannot open the door.”
"Please do.”
"It is not in my power." Nevertheless he attempted to do so but his efforts -were in vain.
He held the lantern so that he could see my face.
"You have been through a terrible ordeal," he said. "I must talk to you... now.
But this is not the place. Come back with me to the scriptorium.”
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"There must be something we can do. Bruno needs attention.”
"He is in the hands of God.”
"You are sure that he is dead?”
"Yes, I am sure.”
"How can you be?”
"I know these things. Come. We cannot enter the chamber. The way is not known to any of us. He was the only one who knew. But we must talk.”
I followed him out of the tunnels to the scriptorium. There he bade me be seated and gave me a cordial to drink. It was hot and burned my throat but it revived me.
"The miracle must live," he said.
"There was no miracle. It was because I had proved this that he hated me and tried to kill me.”
"Yet the miracle must live.”
"How can it when it was not the truth?”
"It will be the truth in the minds of many, and it is what is in the mind which is important.”
"He will be found there in the tunnels.”
Valerian shook his head. "Only he knew how to open the door. The secret was told to him by the Abbot. Only the Abbots of St. Bruno's knew how to open that door and they passed the secret on to their successors. The code was written down and hidden none knew where but the Abbots and those destined to take their place. Treasures of the Abbey have been stored there through the ages. Bruno would tell no one. The secret was his alone.”
"It was there he found the wealth to rebuild the Abbey. It was from the jewels of the Madonna. He took them as he needed them. I can see it all so clearly now.”
"They were such jewels that it was necessary to show the utmost caution in disposing of them. He had to let time elapse before he went abroad to sell the first and the smallest of them.”
"That was why he came to us when he left the Abbey. He was biding his time, waiting until the hue and cry over the Abbey jewels had died down.”
"That was so and the first and the smallest of them realized such a sum that he was able to buy the Abbey. He knew that he had a great treasure store and when he needed money he took a jewel and sold it abroad.”
"So when Cromwell's men were coming to the Abbey they must have taken the Madonna down through the tunnels to that chamber. How could they have done this?”
"It must have been a great undertaking. All we knew was that it was in the sacred chapel one day and the next was gone. It was thought to be a miracle because a few days later Rolf Weaver's men came. I think I know what happened. The Abbot's giant servant could have carried her down. If her jewels were taken from her she would not be so heavy, of course. Between them, the Abbot, the servant and Bruno would have taken her there and replaced the jewels about her when she stood in the secret chamber. That is the only way it could possibly have been done.”
