Part 41 (2/2)

King Casmir stood scowling. ”And you control this awful spell?”

”Oh yes indeed! There is worse to come! Should the villain fall to the ground, he is instantly overcome by a seethe of ants. Naturally, I would use this spell only to protect myself!”

”Of course!” King Casmir smiled a small hard smile. ”But do you truly command a spell of such power? I suspect not.”

”In all candour, I have forgotten one or two of the syllables,” said Madouc bravely. ”However they come readily enough from my mother's tongue. I can call her at need, and she will transform my enemies into toads, moles or salamanders, as I dictate, and this you must believe, since it is truth!”

King Casmir stared at Madouc a long moment. He made an abrupt gesture signifying a dozen emotions. ”Go. Remove yourself from my sight.”

Madouc performed a dainty little curtsey. ”I am grateful for Your Majesty's kind clemency.” She slipped gingerly past Casmir; then, with a sly glance back over her shoulder, ran quickly from the room.

VI.

King Casmir walked with a slow and ponderous tread along the gallery, up the stairs and, after a moment's pause, along the corridor to the queen's sitting room. The footman standing at attention thrust the door wide; King Casmir marched into the room. Discovering Queen Sollace in earnest colloquy with Father Umphred, King Casmir stopped short and stood glowering. Queen and priest turned to look at him, their voices instantly hushed. Father Umphred performed a smiling bow. Casmir, ignoring the salute, marched across the room to the window, where he stood in morose contemplation of the vista.

After a respectful pause, Queen Sollace and Father Umphred resumed their conversation: at first in muted tones so as not to intrude upon King Casmir's cogitations; then, as he seemed neither to heed nor to hear, in their ordinary voices. As usual, they discussed the new cathedral. The two were agreed that all appurtenances and furnis.h.i.+ngs should be of the richest and most superb quality; only the best could be considered suitable.

”The focus of all-one might say, the inspirational node-is the altar,” declared Father Umphred. ”It is where all eyes look and the source from which rings out the Holy Word! We must ensure that it equals or transcends any other of Christendom!”

”I am of like mind,” said Queen Sollace. ”How fortunate we are! It is an opportunity vouchsafed to very few!”

”Exactly so, dear lady!” Father Umphred turned a side glance toward the bulky figure at the window, but King Casmir seemed absorbed in his own thoughts. ”I have prepared certain drawings; unfortunately I neglected to bring them with me.”

Queen Sollace gave a cry of disappointment. ”Describe them, if you will! I would be interested to hear!”

Father Umphred bowed. ”I envision an altar of rare wood supported by fluted columns of pink Cappadocian marble. To either side candelabra of seven sconces shall stand, stately and tall, like transfigured luciferous angels! Such will be their effect! Eventually they shall be wrought of pure gold; for the nonce we will use articles of gold leaf on plaster.”

”We will do what needs to be done!”

”Below the altar is stationed the pyx, on a table of fine wood carved with a frieze depicting the twelve archangels. The pyx shall be a vessel of silver, inlaid with carbuncles, lapis and jade; it shall rest on a cloth embroidered with sacred signs, in simulation of that holy cloth known as the 'Tasthapes'. Behind the altar, the wall will be divided into twelve panels, each enamelled in designs of pure color to represent a scene of portent, for the joy of the beholder and the glory of the Faith.”

Queen Sollace spoke fervently: ”I can see it now, as if in a vision! The concept moves me deeply!”

Father Umphred, after another quick glance toward the window, said: ”My dear lady, you are obviously sensitive to spiritual influences, and far beyond the ordinary! But let us consider how best to order our holy relics. The question is this: should we provide a particular reliquarium-let us say, to the side of the vestibule? Or perhaps a more general display in one of the transepts, or both, in the event we acquire several of these sacred objects?”

Queen Sollace said wistfully, ”As of now, with nothing to display, we can make no serious plans.”

Father Umphred made a gesture of reproach. ”Have faith, dear lady! It has sustained you in the past! These objects exist, and we will procure them.”

”But can you be certain of this?”

”With faith and perseverance, we will find them, wherever they may be! Some remain to be discovered; others have been cherished and lost, and need finding again. I cite you the Cross of Saint Elric, who was cooked and eaten by the ogre Magre, one limb at a time. To fortify himself during the ordeal, he fas.h.i.+oned a crucifix from his two discarded tibia. This crucifix was at one time a treasure of Saint Bac's Monastery at Dun Cruighre; where is it now? Who knows?”

”Then how would we find it?”

”Through careful and dedicated search. I cite also the Talisman of Saint Uldine, who worked to convert Phogastus, troll of Black Meira Tarn. Her efforts were extended; indeed, she bore Phogastus four implings,* each with a round bloodstone in the place of a third eye. The four stones were detached and set into a talisman, now immured somewhere among the crypts at Whanish Isle. This is also an object of mighty force; still it could be won by a person staunch and intrepid. In Galicia, on the Pico Alto, is a monastery founded by the heretic Bishop Sangiblas. The monks preserve in their crypts one of the nails which pinned the feet of Our Saviour. I could cite other such relics. Those which are not lost are revered and guarded with care. They might be difficult to obtain.”

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