The Miracle at St. Bruno's
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"And only Bruno knew.”
"The Abbot died. The servant was a mute. He is dead now. All three who knew the secret are dead. This is the end. I have seen its coming. I am aware of these things. Bruno is gone. We know where, but no one else must. This is the Madonna's answer. A new reign is almost upon us. We could not have survived as we and are under a new sovereign. But the miracle must live... this is the only way it can do so.”
"You mean that no one must know what happened tonight?”
"I am commanding your silence. Go back to your room and say nothing of this night's events.”
"But I must.”
"Most certainly you must not. This is ordained. I know it. Bruno is dead. He had to die to preserve the miracle and the miracle must live. He will have gone as strangely as he came and in the generations to come people will talk of the Miracle of St. Bruno's Abbey and good will come of it. Go now. You are distraught. You are weary.
Go and rest. The cordial may make you sleep. In the morning it will seem more clear.”
I went back to my room and waited for the morning.
Kate stayed with us all through that year. She did not wish to go back to Remus Castle now for Carey was there to reproach her.
For months after that night when Bruno had died in the Madonna's chamber his return was awaited. He had gone away before on those trips to the Continent to sell jewels, and at first it was assumed that he had gone away as he had on other occasions. But as the months passed and he did not return it began to be said that he had disappeared as mysteriously as he had come.
"It was a miracle," people said. "He appeared on Christmas Day in the Lady Chapel-a babe in a crib-and he disappeared in the thirty-sixth year of his life." It would never be forgotten.
Kate and I had returned to the old ways. She used to come to my room and talk of what was happening in the outside world just as she had always done: How the old Queen was dying of a broken heart because her husband Philip of Spain neglected her.
How she declared that her heart had been broken in any case by the loss of Calais and when she died that name would be written across her heart.
"The name of Philip will be there too perhaps," said Kate, "if I may continue with such a flight of fancy.”
She became gayer every day. "One cannot go on mourning forever," she said.
Honey was happy for she was to have a child; I insisted that she come to the Abbey that I might look after her. Catherine began to regain her spirits although she was never again the same lighthearted girl.
"Catherine will forget in time," said Kate. "So will Carey. You'll forget. I'll forget.
Everyone forgets, so the sooner one starts to do so the better." She looked at me intently though and went on: "How strange that Bruno disappeared. Do you think he will come back one day?”
"No," I said. "Never.”
"You know more than you betray.”
"One should never betray all one knows.”
"I often wonder," said Kate, "where he found the money to do what he did. I believe he was in the pay of Spain.”
"One must have some beliefs," I told her.
"The only conclusion I can draw otherwise is that there was truly a miracle at St.
Bruno's.”
"It is not a bad conclusion to which to come.”
That September the Emperor Charles, the father of Philip of Spain, died and in his will he exhorted his son to inflict even more severe punishment on heretics. The Smithfield fires would be intensified, said the people. They were in a sullen mood.
But in November the Queen died and a new sovereign was proclaimed at Hatfield where she had been living in a seclusion which could have been called a prison.
There was rejoicing throughout the land. The dark days are over, said the people.
There will be no more smoke over Smithfield now that Elizabeth was Queen.
We took to our barge and went down the river to see the new Queen brought in triumph to London. Kate and Catherine, my mother, Rupert and I joined in the loyal shouts of "Long live the Queen.”
She was young; she was vital; and she glowed with purpose. She told us that she would dedicate herself to her people and her country.
And we believed her.
I knew that as we were rowed back along the river leaving the grim gray fortress of the Tower of London behind us we were every one of us-convinced that there would be changes in our lives and our spirits lifted and our hearts rejoiced.
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