epeters.amorbidtasteforbones-第27部分
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〃I have already heard；〃 said Cadfael drily； 〃that Prior Robert is proposing to write a life of Saint Winifred； and plete it with the story of this translation to Shrewsbury。 You think he'll record the names of all his panions？〃 Yours； however； he thought； he well might mention； as the afflicted brother who first fell sick and was sent to Holywell to be cured。 And Jerome's； who had the dream that took you there。 But mine； I feel sure； will remain a silence； and so much the better！
〃I have a fault to atone for；〃 recalled Columbanus devoutly； 〃having betrayed my trust once in this same chapel； I； who most of all should have been faithful。〃 They were at the decrepit gate； the tangle of the graveyard before them； threaded by a narrow path just discernible through the long grass。 〃I feel a holy air reaching out to me；〃 said the young man； quivering； his face uplifted and pale。 〃I am drawn into a light。 I believe we are approaching a wonder； a miracle of grace。 Such mercy to me； who fell asleep in betrayal of her service！〃 And he led the way to the open door； his stride lengthening in eagerness； his hands extended as if to clasp a mistress rather than make obeisance before a saint。 Cadfael followed morosely but resignedly； used to these unfortable ardours； but not looking forward to being confined in so small a chapel with them overnight。 He had thinking as well as praying to do； and Columbanus was not conducive to either activity。
Inside the chapel the air was heavy with the scent of old wood； and the spices and incense of the draperies on which the reliquary lay； and the faint； aromatic aura of years of dust and partial disuse。 A small oil…lamp burned with a dark yellow flame on the altar； and Cadfael went forward and lit the two altar candles from it； and set them one on either side。 Through the narrow east window the fragrance of the falling may…blossom breathed freshness on a very light breeze； causing the flames to flicker for a few minutes。 Their faint； dancing radiance glanced from every near surface； but did not reach the ers of the roof； or fix the walls in place。 They were in a narrow cavern of brown； wood…scented darkness； with a dim focus of light before them； that shone on an empty coffin and an uncoffined body； and just showed them the rough outlines of the two prayer…desks drawn up side by side at a little distance from the catafalque。 Rhisiart lay nearer to them； the black and silver bulk of the reliquary like a low wall shading him from the altar lights。
Brother Columbanus bowed humbly low to the altar； and took his place at the desk on the right。 Brother Cadfael settled solidly at the one on the left； and with practised movements sought and found the best place for his knees。 Stillness came down on them gently。 He posed himself for a long watch； and said his prayer for Rhisiart； not the first he had said for him。 Great darkness and constant； feeble light； the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow； the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within； all these settled into their perpetual pattern； a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep。 He thought no more of Columbanus； he forgot that Columbanus existed。 He prayed as he breathed； forming no words and making no specific requests； only holding in his heart； like broken birds in cupped hands； all those people who were in stress or in grief because of this little saint； for if he suffered like this for their sake； how much more must she feel for them？
The candles would last the night； and by instinct he traced time by the rate at which they dwindled； and knew when it was near to midnight。
He was thinking of Sioned； to whom he had nothing but himself to offer in the morning； this pietistic innocent being essentially nothing； and Cadfael himself by no means enough； when he heard the faintest and strangest of sounds issuing from the prie…dieu on his right； where Columbanus leaned in total absorption。 Not now with face hidden on his linked hands； but uplifted and strained upwards into what light could reach him； and faint though it was； it conjured his sharp profile into primrose pallor。 His eyes were wide open and staring beyond the chapel wall； and his lips open and curved in ecstasy； and singing； a mere thread of Latin chant in praise of virginity。 It was barely audible； yet clear as in a dream。 And before Cadfael was fully aware of what he heard； he saw the young man thrust himself upwards； holding by the desk； and stand upright before the altar。 The chant ceased。 Suddenly he reared himself erect to his tallest； drawing back his head as though he would see through the roof into a spring night full of stars； and spreading out his arms on either side like a man stretched on a cross。 He gave a great； wordless cry； seemingly both of pain and triumph； and fell forward full…length on the earthen floor； crashing to the ground stiffly； arms still outspread； body stretched to the very toes； and lay still； his forehead against the trailing fringe of the altar…cloth that spilled from beneath Rhisiart's body。
Cadfael got up in a hurry and went to him； torn between anxiety and alarm on one hand； and disgusted resignation on the other。 Exactly what was to be expected of the idiot； he thought with exasperation； even as he was on his knees feeling at the prone brow； and adjusting a fold of the altar drapery under it to ease the position of nose and mouth； turning the young man's head to one side so mat he could breathe freely。 I should have recognised the signs！ Never an opportunity but he can produce a devotional fit or a mystic ecstasy to order。 One of these days he'll be drawn into that light of his； and never e back。 Yet I've noticed he can fall flat on his face without hurting himself； and go into pious convulsions over his visions or his sins without ever hurling himself against anything sharp or hard； or even biting his tongue。 The same sort of providence that takes care of drunken men looks out for Columbanus in his throes。 And he reflected at the back of his mind； and tartly； that there ought somewhere to be a moral in that； lumping all excesses together。
No convulsions this time； at any rate。 He had simply seen whatever he had seen； or thought he had seen； and fallen down before it in this destroying rapture。 Cadfael shook him by the shoulder gently； and then more sharply； but he was rigid and unresponsive。 His forehead was cool and smooth； his features； very dimly seen； yet looked serene； posed； if anything； in a gentle and joyful peace。 But for the rigidity of body and limbs； and that unnatural attitude as though he lay stretched on a cross； he might have been asleep。 All Cadfael had been able to do by way of easing him was to turn his head so that he lay on his right cheek； pillowed on the draperies。 When he tried to bend the right arm and turn the young man more fortably on his side； the joints resisted him； so he let well enough alone。
And now； he thought； what am I supposed to do？ Abandon my watch and go down and fetch the prior with help for him？ What could they do for him that I cannot do here？ If I can't rouse him； then neither could they。 He'll e out of it when the right time es； and not before。 He's done himself no injury； his breathing is steady and deep。 His heart beats strongly and regularly； he has no fever。 Why interfere with a man's peculiar pleasures； if they're doing him no harm？ It isn't cold here； and he can have one of these altar…cloths for blanket； a fancy that ought to please him。 No； we came to watch out the night together； and so we will； I here on my knees as is due； and he wherever he may be at this moment in his dreams。
He covered Columbanus； adjusted the cloths to cushion his head； and went back to his own prie…dieu。 But whatever this visitation had done for Columbanus； it had shattered all possibility of thought or concentration for Cadfael。 The more he tried to focus his mind whether upon his duty of prayer and meditation； or the urgent need to consider where Sioned stood now； and what more could be done； the more was he drawn to look again at the prone body； and listen again to make sure it still breathed as evenly as ever。 What should have been a profitable night hung heavy upon him； wasted as worship； useless as thought； as long and dreary and tedious a night as he had ever passed。
The first dove…grey softening of the darkness came as a blessing； bringing release at least within sight。 The narrow space of sky seen through the altar window changed from grey to pale； clear green； from green to saffron； from saffron to gold； a cloudless morning； the first sunray piercing through the slit and falling on the altar； the reliquary； the shrouded body； and then striking like a golden sword across the chapel； leaving Columbanus in darkness。 Still he lay rigid； yet breathing deeply and softly； and no touch or word could reach him。
He was in the same condition when Prior Robert came with his fellows； and Sioned with Annest in attendance； and all the people from the village and the nearby holdings； silent and watchful as before； to see the end of this three…night vigil。
Sioned was the first to enter； and the dimness within； after the brightness without； made her blind fo
