The Armourer's PrenticesYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
History
The Armourer's Prentices
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction
Ambrose saw what was coming, though he had only twice before heard
preaching. The children of the ante-reformation were not called upon to
hear sermons; and the few exhortations given in Lent to the monks of
Beaulieu were so exclusively for the religious that seculars were not
invited to them. So that Ambrose had only once heard a weary and heavy
discourse there plentifully garnished with Latin; and once he had stood
among the throng at a wake at Millbrook, and heard a begging friar
recommend the purchase of briefs of indulgence and the daily repetition
of the Ave Maria by a series of extraordinary miracles for the rescue of
desperate sinners, related so jocosely as to keep the crowd in a roar of
laughter. He had laughed with the rest, but he could not imagine his
guide, with the stern, grave eyebrows, writhen features and earnest,
ironical tone, covering--as even he could detect--the deepest feeling,
enjoying such broad sallies as tickled the slow merriment of village
clowns and forest deer-stealers.
All stood for a moment while the Paternoster was repeated. Then the
owners of stools sat down on them, some leant on adjacent pillars,
others curled themselves on the floor, but most remained on their feet
as unwilling to miss a word, and of these were Tibble Steelman and his
companion.
_Omnis qui facit peccattum, servus est peccati_, followed by the
rendering in English, "Whosoever doeth sin is sin's bond thrall." The
words answered well to the ghastly delineations that seemed stamped on
Ambrose's brain and which followed him about into the nave, so that he
felt himself in the grasp of the cruel fiend, and almost expected to
feel the skeleton claw of Death about to hand him over to torment. He
expected the consolation of hearing that a daily "Hail Mary," persevered
in through the foulest life, would obtain that beams should be arrested
in their fall, ships fail to sink, cords to hang, till such confession
had been made as should insure ultimate salvation, after such a
proportion of the flames of purgatory as masses and prayers might not
mitigate.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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