The Miracle at St. Bruno's

"You see there were three of us, myself, Kate and your father. He loved Kate but he was poor then and she married Lord Remus but she had your father's child. So you see he is your brother. That is why we say you cannot marry.”

"It is not true. It can't be. My father! He is...”

She looked at me as though begging me to deny it.

"Men do these things," I said. "It is not an uncommon story.”

"But he is not as ordinary men.”

"You believed that, did you not?”

"I thought him divine in some way. The story of the crib...”

"Yes, I suppose that is where it starts, with the story of the crib. My dearest child, you are young yet but your love for Carey and the tragedy of it has made of you a woman, so I shall treat you as such. You have listened to Clement and he has told you the wonderful story of how the Abbot went into the Lady Chapel one Christmas morning and found a child in the crib. That child was your father. It was known as the Miracle of St. Bruno's. You know that story.”

"Clement told me. Others have talked of it. The people here all talk of it.”

"And with the coming of the child the Abbey prospered. The Abbey was dissolved with others in the country but is rising again through the child in the crib. You believe that, do you not? And it is true. But you must know more of the truth and I believe it will help you to overcome your tragedy. All that you have been told is true. Your father was found in the crib but he was put there by the monk who was his father, and his birth was the result of that monk's liaison with a serving girl. I knew her well. She was my nurse." "It can't be true, Mother.”

"It is true. Keziah told the true version; so did Keziah's grandmother, and I have the monk's written confession.”

"But he... my father does not know?”

"He knows it. In his heart he knows it. He has known it since Keziah divulged it.

But he will not admit it and his refusal to do so has made him what he is.”

"You hate him," she said, drawing away from me.

"Yes. I think I do. This hatred has been growing in my heart for a long time. I think since you were born and he turned from you because you were a girl and not the boy his pride demanded. No, it was before that. It was when Honey came to me and he resented her-a little child, helpless and lovable. But she was his sister and he could not bear to be reminded of the mother who bore them both. He hated Honey; he resented her. Yes, that was when I first began to turn against him.”

"Oh, Mother, what am I going to do?”

"We will bear it together, my love," I cried, weeping with her.

There was hatred in the Abbey now. I was aware of it.

I looked from my window across the Abbey lands to the bastion of the castlelike structure which he had built to resemble Remus Castle. It must be as grand, nay grander, so that Kate should realize every time she looked at it that she could have had wealth and Bruno too.

Catherine had shut herself into her room. She would see no one but me. I was glad to be able to offer her some comfort.

She said of her father: "I wish never to see him again.”

Kate stayed in her room writing to Carey.

Now that I had made my feelings clear to Bruno I was determined to show him Ambrose's confession, for I knew that we had gone so far that there was no drawing back. Bruno must face the truth. Even so I did not think it was possible to start a new life from there. I feel I had exposed my own feelings to such an extent that I understood them myself as I never had before.

I found Bruno in the Abbey church and wondered whether he had been praying.

"There is something I have to tell you," I said.

"You can tell me here," he replied coldly.

"It is hardly a fitting place.”

"What can you have to say to me that cannot be said in church?”

"Perhaps it is fitting after all," I said. "It was here that they found you. Yes, it was here that Ambrose laid you in the Christmas crib.”

"You have come here to taunt me with that lie.”

"It is no lie and you know it.”

"Oh, come, I am weary of your rantings on that score.”

"I believe the evidence of Keziah and Ambrose.”

"Extracted under torture?”

"Mother Salter told her story freely.”

"An old witch from a hut in the woods!”

"A woman who would scorn to lie. When she was on her deathbed she told how she had bidden Ambrose to place you in the crib.”

"So you believe everyone but me.”

"No. I have Ambrose's confession which was written long before Rolf Weaver came to the Abbey.”

"Ambrose's confession! What are you talking about?”

"I found it in his cell in the monks' dorter. Mother Salter told me where to look for it.”

He turned on me then, his eyes blazing with anger.

"So that is why you were prowling about in the dorter. You lied to me. You said you wanted to make the place into a buttery.”

"Yes, I did lie to you," I agreed. "I knew that if I had told you what I was looking for...”

I paused and he said quietly: "Yes, go on. What if you had told me?”

"I knew that you would have tried to prevent me.”

"Yet you deliberately went against my wishes.”

"Yes. I wanted to know the truth."