Phil Rickman - A Crown of Lights
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- Название:A Crown of Lights
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- Издательство:Corvus
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- Год:2001
- ISBN:978-0-85789-018-4
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Life was never going to be the same again for either Terry or Danny. Danny was still tripping when he got home to the farm and he walked down the yard and saw the depth of sorrow in the eyes of the beautiful pigs and realized how much he loved those pigs. To this day, Danny Thomas said, he wouldn’t see a pig ever killed.
He and Terry took four more trips together. Terry told Danny that he knew now that he had seen the Archangel Michael, who had been appointed to guard the forest and the Radnor Valley, because this was a great doorway through which you could enter the kingdom. Terry found a book by the Reverend Parry-Jones who’d been vicar at Llanfihangel Rhydithon back in the twenties and he too thought the Forest was special, but he also mentioned a dragon that you could hear breathing in the night, and Terry said this was no surprise because places of great spiritual power were equally attractive to devilish forces.
Terry considered it no accident that he had been brought here, now, at this time of spiritual awakening, to be the priest of one of St Michael’s churches. He had told Danny he was going to call a meeting of all the other St Michael clergy around the Forest because they were destined to work together. But this never happened, because the other ministers had all heard about Terry Penney.
Still Terry insisted he was being groomed by God for the Big Task. Every day, before dawn, he’d kneel before his altar in Old Hindwell Church and beg God and St Michael that his mission might be revealed to him.
But God held out on him.
Terry decided he was not yet worthy, did not yet know enough, was not yet pure enough. He stopped smoking cannabis and concentrated on reading the Book of Revelation a hundred times. He wrote out important verses from it on sheets of white card and hung them around his room at the old rectory. His sermons became impenetrably apocalyptic. He began to research St Michael and the lives of those saints and mystics who had become obsessed by the warrior archangel. He made solemn pilgrimages to all the St Michael churches around Radnor Forest... approaching each from the direction of the last, walking the final mile barefoot after a day’s fasting.
‘Local people was startin’ to go off him in a big way,’ Danny said. ‘Local people don’t like it when their vicar gets talked about in other parishes.’
Terry Penney had walked barefoot across the bridge to the church of St Michael, Cefnllys – an awesome setting, where an entire medieval town had been laid out under its castle. Then Terry had hiked unshod across the bleak Penybont Common to Llanfihangel Rhydithon. Next, he’d come down from the Forest to the yews encircling the rebuilt roadside church at Llanfihangel nant Melan. And finally he’d tramped on callused feet along the sombre, narrow road to Cascob, where he’d stood before the old Abracadabra charm.
It was three weeks after this that Terry had that visit from Councillor Prosser, wondering why he hadn’t applied for a grant towards the upkeep of the old building.
Two weeks later, Terry trashed the church.
What had happened, Danny said, was that one night Terry came to the conclusion that God wanted him to go alone into St Michael’s, Old Hindwell, and open himself to revelation.
In fact, drop some acid.
Danny had obtained the LSD for Terry from Dr Coll. The price had gone up by then, acid being in demand, but Terry didn’t care. In fact, the idea of the priest taking a trip in his own parish church bothered Danny more than Terry.
‘For starters, he wouldn’t ’ave nobody with him. Dr Coll was back home at the time, but Terry wouldn’t ’ave him to supervise – nor me. Had to be just him an’ God, see. Terry reckoned nothin’ bad was gonner happen to him in the house of God. But me, I wouldn’t’ve gone in there alone at night in a million year, with or without drugs – creepy ole place like that.’
‘Bad trip?’
‘Had a bad one meself, few months later,’ Danny said. ‘Kept gettin’ flashbacks for bloody weeks. Scared the shit out o’ me. Anyway, the next time I seen Terry, the boy was a mess. Hadn’t shaved, din’t smell too good. Smelt of fear , you know?’
‘Yes.’
‘ I don’t know what ’appened to Terry Penney that night. I just sits in yere, hammering buggery out o’ the ole Les Paul and I remembers the good times.’
‘You must have asked him about it?’
‘Terry din’t wanner talk about it at all, vicar. Kept ’isself to ’isself. And then they finds bits o’ church floatin’ down the brook, and Terry’s gone. I used to wonder whether the boy seen the carvings on the wood screen come alive, or whether he seen... I dunno...’
‘The dragon?’ Merrily said.
‘He seen St Michael out in that field. Mabbe ’e seen the dragon in ’is own church?’
Merrily recalled the William Blake print in Nick Ellis’s war room. The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun – relating to an image from Revelation about the dragon waiting for the woman to give birth so that it could devour the child. The dragon was said to have seven heads and ten horns. It was not a nice dragon, and Blake’s painting throbbed with a transcendent evil.
‘I don’t know how much of this Ellis knows,’ Merrily said, telling them as they sat around the kitchen table, ‘but it would account for a lot. If he believes Penney had a black vision of the dragon inside that church – Satan rising, or in his view paganism rising – and if we believe what he told me about being the subject of some kind of hate campaign, forecasting a return of the dragon...’
Poison-pen letters for months. And phone calls – cackling voices in the night. Recently had a jagged scratch removed from my car bonnet. Series of chevrons... like a dragon’s back.
‘... then, to him, Betty, you and Robin are the embodiment of something that already exists in those ruins on a metaphysical level.’
‘It’s not true, though,’ Betty said. ‘We didn’t know anything about Penney. We didn’t even know for certain that the church had been built on an ancient site until we’d bought it.’
‘How do you know that now?’
‘Well, after we learned about all the prehistoric archaeology in the area, it seemed like it was on the cards. Also – this probably won’t cut much ice with you – a friend of ours went round with a dowsing rod and pendulum.’
‘Jane, do we have an Ordnance Survey map handy?’
‘Brilliant!’ Jane leapt up.
Mr Penney came out with what was described to me as a lot of nonsensical gobbledegook relating to the layout of churches around Radnor Forest.
Betty said that Robin had tried to work out a pattern on the map, but they had been aware of only three St Michael churches at the time.
‘OK.’ Jane had returned with the map, spread it out on the table. ‘You’ll have to help me out here, Gomer. Where’s Cascob?’
Gomer found it after a bit of peering. He also found St Michael’s, Cefnllys, then Llanfihangel Rhydithon and Llanfihangel nant Melan. Jane encircled them – along with Old Hindwell (ruins of).
‘Five now.’ Jane drew a ring round the last one. ‘And they do go right around the Forest.’
Betty was silently contemplating the map. ‘It’s too big, this,’ she said at last. You wouldn’t have anything smaller scale?’
‘Only a road map.’ Jane bounced up again. ‘I’ll get it.’
‘And some paper?’ Betty said.
Neither Cascob nor Cefnllys was marked on the road map, but she put circles on the approximate spots, and pushed the map and the paper and a pencil towards Betty.
Betty copied the pattern onto the paper. ‘It’s not perfect, but it’s there.’
‘It’s a five-pointed star,’ Merrily said. ‘A pentagram.’ She looked at Betty. ‘Can you explain?’
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