Connie Willis: Dooms Day Book

“It’s all right,” Dunworthy said.

Colin switched on his pocket torch and then switched it off again. “I think I’d better save this in case something goes wrong.”

There was a movement in the willows. Colin leaped up. “I think it’s starting,” he said.

“It’s the stallion,” Dunworthy said. “He’s eating.”

“Oh.” Colin sat back down. “You don’t think the net already opened and we didn’t see it because it was dark?”

“No,” Dunworthy said.

“Perhaps Badri had another relapse and couldn’t keep the net open,” he said, sounding more excited than scared.

They waited. The sky darkened to purple-blue, and stars began to come out in the branches of the oak. Colin sat on the log beside Dunworthy and talked about the Crusades.

“You know all about the Middle Ages,” he said to Kivrin, “so I thought perhaps you’d help me get ready, you know, teach me things.”

“You’re not old enough,” she said. “It’s very dangerous.”

“I know,” Colin said. “But I really want to go. You have to help me. Please?”

“It won’t be anything like you expect,” she said.

“Is the food necrotic? I read in this book Mr. Dunworthy gave me how they ate spoiled meat and swans and things.”

Kivrin looked down at her hands for a long minute. “Most of it was terrible,” she said softly, “but there were some wonderful things.

Wonderful things. He thought of Mary, leaning against Balliol’s gate, saying, “I’ll never forget it.” Wonderful things.

“What about Brussels sprouts?” Colin asked. “Did they eat Brussels sprouts in the Middle Ages?”

Kivrin almost smiled. “I don’t think they were invented yet.”

“Good!” He jumped up. “Did you hear that? I think it’s starting. It sounds like a bell.”

Kivrin raised her head, listening. “A bell was ringing when I came through,” she said.

“Come on,” Colin said, and yanked Dunworthy to his feet. “Can’t you hear it?”

It was a bell, faint and far away.

“It’s coming from over here,” Colin said. He darted to the edge of the clearing. “Come on!”

Kivrin put her hand on the ground for support and got to her knees. Her free hand went involuntarily to her side.

Dunworthy reached his hand out to her, but she didn’t take it. “I’ll be all right,” she said quietly.

“I know,” he said, and let his hand drop.

She stood up carefully, holding onto the rough trunk of the oak, and then straightened and stood free of it.

“I got it all on the corder,” she said. “Everything that happened.”

Like John Clyn, he thought, looking at her ragged hair, her dirty face. A true historian, writing in the empty church, surrounded by graves. I, seeing so many evils, have put into writing all the things that I have witnessed. Lest things which should be remembered perish with time .

Kivrin turned her palms up and looked at her wrists in the twilight. “Father Roche and Agnes and Rosemund and all of them,” she said. “I got it all down.”

She traced a line down the side of her wrist with her finger. “ Io suuicien lui damo amo ,” she said softly. “You are here in place of the friends I love.”

“Kivrin,” Dunworthy said.

“Come on!” Colin said. “It’s starting. Can’t you hear the bell?”

“Yes,” Dunworthy said. It was Ms. Piantini on the tenor, ringing the leadin to “When At Last My Savior Cometh.”

Kivrin came and stood next to Dunworthy. She placed her hands together, as if she were praying.

“I can see Badri!” Colin said. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “She’s all right!” he shouted. “We saved her!”

Ms. Piantini’s tenor clanged, and the other bells chimed in joyously. The air began to glitter, like snowflakes.

“Apocalyptic!” Colin said, his face alight.

Kivrin reached out for Dunworthy’s hand and clasped it tightly in her own.

“I knew you’d come,” she said, and the net opened.

Translation: O Lord, vouchsafe to send Thy holy angel from heaven, to guard, cherish, protect, visit, and defend all those that are assembled together in this house.

Translation: Make haste to help me.