Star of Mercia : $b historical tales of Wales and the MarchesDevereux, Blanche
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Star of Mercia : $b historical tales of Wales and the Marches
Devereux, Blanche
Herefordshire (England) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories; Shropshire (England) -- Fiction; Wales -- Fiction
"May the penalty be heavy and bitter, we pray you, holy bishops," said
Gwen, "that the curse be lifted from us. Always very ill fortune dogs
the breach of a vow!"
"Lady, I would have silence about me," said David, "that I may pray Our
Lord for grace to discern rightly between Teilo my son and my brother
and Llywel who is in Paradise." ... After a brief pause: "What pleadest
thou, Cynyr? By whose permission hast thou betaken thyself to the life
of a solitary? Wilt thou confess thy sins, and return to the faithful
congregation?"
"Dewi mab Sandde, with you will I go," the young man replied.
"With me? but not with Teilo? Speak out thy mind, and fear not."
"Not with Teilo. His rule is too harsh: I cannot bow myself to such
authority."
"Thou must go with my brother Teilo, being his pupil and servant."
"I will abide here in Llywel's cell, and gather about me my own Côr,
and rule it. Or I will live beneath the ordinance of David. Let him[10]
not cast me away; for of all saints he is the most efficacious! I would
be a holy man, even as he is. But, look you, the legions of Satan do
compass me about, and make hideous my nights and my days. There is also
an evil, fair woman, Indeg daughter of Maenarch, who plagues me
whenever I do meet with her; and her spirit is with me continually, to
trouble me, when she herself is absent! Pray for me, for the love of
the Lord!"
[10] David. Cynyr uses the third person singular of courtesy.
"O Cynyr," said David meditatively, "hast thou the gift of obedience, I
wonder?... Thou hast taken thy final vows before the Holy Sacrament?"
he added suddenly.
Cynyr hung his head, and grew even paler than he had been before.
"No, no. My consecration should have been at the Paschal Feast of last
year. I fled Llandaff the week before. This I told to blessed Llywel
before he took me in."
"Why, Teilo," said the bishop of Mynyw, "I had heard that this Cynyr
had deserted the furrow that he had undertaken to plough. Where is the
truth in this?"
"My overseer of the disciples did speak of his consecration," was the
other bishop's answer.
"Thou hast said that his vows were taken?"
"I did think that they were," said Teilo.
"Llandaff has done the youth great wrong!" cried David.
A dull red crept into the face of Teilo, but he did not utter a word.
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