Great Britain -- History -- Henry VIII, 1509-1547 -- Fiction
Dom Anthony, who was becoming more and more the leader of the
conservative party, pointed out that the See of Peter was to every
Catholic the root of authority and unity, and that Christianity itself
was imperilled if this rock were touched.
The Prior angrily retorted that it was not the Holy See that was to be
assaulted, but the erection falsely raised upon it; it was the abuse of
power, not the use of it that had to be denounced.
Dom Anthony requested the Prior to inform him where the line of
distinction lay; and the Prior in answer burst into angry explanations,
instancing the pecuniary demands of the Pope, the appointment of
foreigners to English benefices, and all the rest of the accusations
that were playing such a part now in the religious controversy of the
country.
Dom Anthony replied that those were not the matters principally aimed at
by the Injunction; it concerned rather the whole constitution of
Christ’s Church, and was a question of the Pope’s or the King’s
supremacy over that part of it that lay in England.
Finally the debate was ended by the Prior’s declaration that he could
trust no one to preach the enjoined sermon but himself, and that he
would see to it on his own responsibility.
It was scarcely an inspiring atmosphere for one who was preparing to
take on him the burden of priesthood in the Catholic Church.
CHAPTER II
SACERDOS IN AETERNUM
It was a day of wonderful autumn peace when Chris first sang mass in the
presence of the Community.
The previous day he had received priesthood from the hands of the little
old French bishop in the priory church; one by one strange mystical
ceremonies had been performed; the stole had been shifted and crossed on
the breast, the token of Christ’s yoke; the chasuble had been placed
over his head, looped behind; then the rolling cry to the Spirit of God
who alone seals to salvation and office had pealed round the high roof
and down the long nave that stretched away westwards in sunlit gloom;
while across the outstretched hands of the monk had been streaked the
sacred oil, giving him the power to bless the things of God. The hands
were bound up, as if to heal the indelible wound of love that had been
inflicted on them; and, before they were unbound, into the hampered
fingers were slid the sacred vessels of the altar, occupied now by the
elements of bread and wine; while the awful power to offer sacrifice for
the quick and the dead was committed to him in one tremendous phrase.
Then the mass went on; and the new priest, kneeling with Dom Anthony at
a little bench set at the foot of the altar steps, repeated aloud with
the bishop the words of the liturgy from the great painted missal lying
before him.
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