The Memory Palace. Christie Dickason

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      In the chapel gallery, Bowler’s musical consort struck up a sedate march. Zeal and Wentworth entered under the swag of ivy above the chapel door, with Gifford close behind them. Mistress Margaret, Sir Richard, Rachel, Arthur and other house family followed the minister.

      ‘No!’ Gifford stopped so suddenly that Mistress Margaret bumped her nose on his back. The minister’s cry held such horror that there was a general pressing forward by those still outside to see what calamity lay within. The music broke off.

      Zeal’s precarious calm wobbled. I should have gone ahead and jumped! I’ve always known it. Here comes the confirmation!

      Gifford’s eyes widened. ‘“What is this that thou hast done?”’ His face flushed purple. ‘I will not solemnize any union amongst these pagan trappings!’ With the clenched brow of a man struck by an excruciating megrim, he surveyed the ropes of ivy around the pillars, the swags of red oak leaves, the jugs of wheat sheaves and golden oats. His eyes fell on a pair of stuffed cloth figures, each a foot high, propped side by side on the altar among heaped baskets of apples and pears. Zeal and Philip Wentworth, recognizable by his silver hair, black coat and fishing rod, by her red-gold hair. Both dolls wore crowns of plaited wheat, and they were tied together by a golden thread.

      ‘Idols!’ Gifford whispered in an exhalation aimed at the back pews. His terrier body vibrated with emotion. ‘The props of witchcraft! I am struck dumb with horror!’

      ‘Not so you’d notice,’ someone said at the back of the crowd, just loudly enough to be heard by all.

      The minister’s head swung around, rusty hair bristling. Bland faces looked back at him from the chapel porch. Then Gifford spied the choir of children, dressed in green, standing beyond Bowler near the altar.

      ‘How dare you?’ he demanded of Bowler. ‘You were warned yet you disobey! Oh, rebellious soul! And you!’ He pointed a shaking finger at the children. ‘You wait to do the devil’s work here! Quake in terror of God’s wrath, for you are lost. You are fallen!’

      Two of the younger children burst into tears.

      Zeal heard a rustling from the gallery behind them as the string players ducked out of sight.

      Ignoring Zeal, Gifford gripped Wentworth’s arm. ‘You will come to Bedgebury to be wed. This place was always a temple of Rome. It should have been destroyed with the others!’ His eyes razed the acrobat, fish and monkey pew finials, smashed the tiled pomegranates in the floor and torched the carved Rood screen to which Doctor Bowler seemed to be clinging.

      Wentworth detached his arm from the minister’s grip.

      Gifford’s glance fell next onto Zeal’s cat, which was pretending to be asleep on a pew. He looked away quickly. ‘How dare you permit such desecration?’ he demanded again of Doctor Bowler, gesturing at the decorations. ‘What do you think you are doing?’

      ‘Letting all Nature reflect the general joy,’ the parson replied. He tightened his grip on the wooden arch post.

      Wentworth stepped just a little too close to Gifford. ‘I think my betrothed wishes to be blessed here on her own land, among her own people.’ Though Wentworth’s voice was quiet and his bearing restrained, Gifford retreated. Wentworth towered over him by a head, and the older man’s square jaw had set like a pike’s.

      ‘Too far to walk from your place to High House,’ said Sir Richard, who had been rocking on his feet, watching calmly. ‘Some of our guests are too young. Or too old. Wouldn’t care to do it myself.’

      The cat woke and sensibly slipped away.

      Gifford circled around Wentworth. He swept the dolls to the floor then upended a basket of apples, which rolled and bounced across the stone floor. ‘There can be no marriage until you clear away these abominations.’

      ‘But the marriage will take place here?’

      Gifford tilted his head toward Zeal and narrowed his eyes as if drilling into her soul. He looked again at Wentworth, then at Sir Richard. ‘Your actions must now reflect the Lord’s admonition to be plain and pure in both thought and deed. Most of all when you are about to enter into the sanctity of marriage. Strip away these vanities. I shall return after dinner. Then I shall decide.’

      The crowd parted to let the minister through to the door. With the keen sense of timing that made his sermons so popular СКАЧАТЬ