Part 4 (1/2)
”My son, I will not blame thee for these thoughts, albeit they be charged with peril in these days. It is human nature thus to question and thus to doubt. We may not blind our eyes, though we must ever strive to chasten our hearts, that we fall not into the condemnation of those who speak evil of dignities, and bring a railing accusation against those set over them. I, too, have had my period of storm-tossed doubts and fears; but I have learned to fix mine eyes upon the Holy One of Israel, who never slumbers nor sleeps--upon the crucified Saviour, who has suffered that death of agony and shame that He may draw all men unto Himself. How He will do it I know not. How He will open up again the closed channels, and make ready His Church to meet Him and receive Him, I can not even conjecture. But His word cannot fail; and in His own appointed time, and in His own appointed way, I verily believe that He will draw unto Himself all men who have ever called upon His name, and all those unto whom His name has never been proclaimed, and who, therefore, have never rejected Him. In that hope and that belief I try to rest; and fixing my eyes and thoughts upon Him and Him alone, I strive to forget the chaos and the strife of earth, and to look upon all men as brothers in Christ, if they will but bow the knee at that thrice holy name.”
Edred looked at him with wide-open eyes.
”Heretics call upon the name of Jesus. Thinkest thou that heretics will be saved? I thought they were doomed to h.e.l.lfire forever!”
The boy spoke in a voice that was little more than a whisper. He was almost afraid to hear the answer, lest it should convey a germ of the dreaded heresy, and yet how eager he was to know what Brother Emmanuel really thought.
”It is not for me to say who will and who will not be saved,” he said, slowly and thoughtfully; ”and we are expressly told that there will be punishment for those who fall away from the faith.
Yet we are not told that error will be punished with everlasting death. And there be places in Holy Scripture which tell us that 'whoso believeth and is baptized shall be saved;' and heretics believe that Christ died for the world. It says, again, that those who love the Lord are born of G.o.d; and shall they perish everlastingly? My son, the mercies of G.o.d are very great; from end to end of this book we are told that. Knowing so much, need we ask more? With Him rests the judgment of all mankind. He alone can read the heart. Let that thought be enough for us. Whether the sin of heresy is as vile in His eyes as in those of man, He alone knows; we do not. Let us strive for our own part to keep the unity of the faith in the bond of peace, and leave all else to Him.”
As he spoke, Brother Emmanuel gently closed the book, as though to close the discussion likewise; and Edred, looking up and round about him, drawing a long breath meantime, suddenly gave a start, which attracted the attention of his preceptor.
A short distance away--how he had got there neither of the pair knew; they had been too much engrossed in their talk to take much heed of external impressions--was an elderly monk, clad in the same gown and hood as Brother Emmanuel, betokening that he too was of the Benedictine order; and his face, shrouded in its cowl, was turned towards the pair with a very peculiar expression upon it. A sinister smile was in the narrow beady eyes; the features, which were coa.r.s.e and somewhat bloated from luxurious living, were set in a look of ill-concealed malice; and the salutation addressed to the pair when he saw himself perceived had in it something of an incongruous sound.
”Pax vobisc.u.m!” said the newcomer, lifting his hand as if to impart a blessing.
Edred instinctively bent the knee, but Brother Emmanuel's face did not move a muscle.
”Hast thou come with a message for me from the reverend father?” he asked quietly.
”Nay, not for thee. My message was to Sir Oliver; but I will report to the father how excellently I found thee employed--training thy pupils in all G.o.dliness and honesty, and in that hatred of heresy which it behoves all true sons of the Church to cherish.”
There was a spiteful gleam in the man's eyes as he spoke these words that made Edred s.h.i.+ver; but the calm regard of the younger monk did not waver.
”I have taught him nothing but what I have heard our good Dean of St. Paul's speak before princes and prelates in the pulpit,”
answered Brother Emmanuel, not pretending to misunderstand the innuendo conveyed. ”Methinks it would profit many of our brothers in country places to hear what is being thought and taught in Oxford and London, in all the great centres of the country. The reverend father knows well what I hold and what I teach.”
So clear and steadfast was the light in the young monk's eyes, that the regard of the other fell before it. He made a gesture, as if to repudiate the defence as a thing quite superfluous.
”The piety and orthodoxy of Brother Emmanuel are known far and wide,” he answered, in a tone that was half cringing, half spiteful; ”no truer son of the Church than he lives in all the land.”
And then with another salutation he turned and glided away in the lengthening shadows, whilst Edred turned to Brother Emmanuel with rather a scared face, and asked:
”Dost think he heard what we were saying?”
”Belike he caught a phrase or two,” was the answer, spoken gravely but quite calmly. ”I would not speak words of which I am ashamed; at the same time, it is well in these perilous days to use all caution, for an enemy can well distort and magnify the words he hears, till they sound like rank heresy. For myself I have no fear.
I prize not my life greatly, though to die as a heretic, cut off from the Church of Christ, is a fearful thing to think of. Yet even that might be better than denying the truth--if indeed one believes the truth to lie without, which a.s.suredly I do not. But thou, my son, would do well to think something less of these matters. Thou art but a child in years, and--”
”I am quickly rising to man's estate,” answered the boy, rather impetuously, ”and my thoughts will not be chained. I must give them liberty to rove where they will. All men are talking and thinking of these things, and wherefore not I? But, Brother Emmanuel, tell me, who was yon black-browed brother? Methinks I have seen his face before; but beneath the cowl many faces look alike. Who was he? and wherefore looked he so askance at thee?”
”Brother Fabian loves me not,” answered the monk with a slight smile. ”I scarce know how it began; it seemed to commence from the day I entered the priory. I had looked to find things there somewhat different. Perchance I spoke more than I should, being young and ardent, and fresh from places where a different order reigned. Brother Fabian holds various offices in the priory. He liked not my words. Methinks he has never forgotten or forgiven. He has always sour looks for me, and ofttimes sneering words. But I heed them not greatly; they do not touch me near.”
Edred was looking straight out before him, with a gaze in which there was much of shrinking and surprise.
”Brothers in the same monastery at enmity one with the other!” he said slowly, grasping more than had been spoken, with that quick intuition which existed between tutor and pupil. ”Some, leading lives of luxury, indignant with those who would protest against them. Brother Emmanuel, my father, my friend, when these things come before me, I turn with loathing from the thought of entering the life of the cloister; and yet how I long to give myself wholly to the cause of G.o.d! How can I judge? how can I choose aright?”
”Thou must not try to choose,” answered the young monk, with a touch of austerity in his tone; ”thou must await that leading and that guiding which never fail those who truly wait upon the blessed Son of G.o.d, and strive to do not their will but the will of Him who pleased not Himself. At the foot of His Cross--before the altar, where His precious body and blood are ever abiding in memorial of His one sacrifice for sin--there is the place to seek grace and guidance; there is the place where peace may be found. Because man is frail, shall we despise the ordinances of G.o.d? Because men are able to make (if such be their will) a h.e.l.l upon earth even of holy places, is that any reason why we shall think scorn of those sanctuaries, provided by the merciful goodness of G.o.d, where men may flee for shelter from the world, and lead a life of devotion and fasting and prayer? My son, beware of the manifold snares of the devil. The young are ever ready to condemn and to revolt. It is the nature of the unchastened will of man. Be patient, and watch unto prayer. The day will surely come when (if thou wilt but listen for it) the voice will speak in thine heart, and tell thee what thou art called upon to do, even as it spoke in mine, and called me from the snares and enticements of the world to the haven of the cloister. I know not yet what my work in this world will be; but it is enough that my Lord and Master knows. I am here, abiding in my place and awaiting my call. May He grant that whensoever and howsoever that call may come, I may hear it and be ready for it, and may follow the guiding voice even to the end.”