"What for?" said Dan.
"For firewood. We did not know when we should get off. Eddi had flint and steel, and we found dry fuel in the old gulls" nests and lit a fire.
It smoked abominably, and we guarded it with boat-planks up-ended between the rocks. One gets used to that sort of thing if one travels.
Unluckily I"m not so strong as I was. I fear I must have been a trouble to my friends. It was blowing a full gale before midnight. Eddi wrung out his cloak, and tried to wrap me in it, but I ordered him on his obedience to keep it. However, he held me in his arms all the first night, and Meon begged his pardon for what he"d said the night before--about Eddi running away if he found me on a sandbank, you remember.
""You are right in half your prophecy," said Eddi. "I have tucked up my gown, at any rate." (The wind had blown it over his head.) "Now let us thank G.o.d for His mercies."
""Hum!" said Meon. "If this gale lasts, we stand a very fair chance of dying of starvation."
""If it be G.o.d"s will that we live, G.o.d will provide," said Eddi. "At least help me to sing to Him." The wind almost whipped the words out of his mouth, but he braced himself against a rock and sang psalms.
"I"m glad I never concealed my opinion--from myself--that Eddi was a better man than I. Yet I have worked hard in my time--very hard!
Yes--yess! So the morning and the evening were our second day on that islet. There was rainwater in the rock pools, and, as a Churchman, I knew how to fast, but I admit we were hungry. Meon fed our fire chip by chip to eke it out, and they made me sit over it, the dear fellows, when I was too weak to object. Meon held me in his arms the second night, just like a child. My good Eddi was a little out of his senses, and imagined himself teaching a York choir to sing. Even so, he was beautifully patient with them.
"I heard Meon whisper, "If this keeps up we shall go to our G.o.ds. I wonder what Wotan will say to me. He must know I don"t believe in him.
On the other hand, I can"t do what Ethelwalch finds so easy--curry favour with your G.o.d at the last minute, in the hope of being saved--as you call it. How do you advise, Bishop?"
""My dear man," I said, "if that is your honest belief, I take it upon myself to say you had far better not curry favour with any G.o.d. But if it"s only your Jutish pride that holds you back, lift me up, and I"ll baptize you even now."
""Lie still," said Meon. "I could judge better if I were in my own hall.
But to desert one"s fathers" G.o.ds--even if one doesn"t believe in them--in the middle of a gale, isn"t quite--What would you do yourself?"
"I was lying in his arms, kept alive by the warmth of his big, steady heart. It did not seem to me the time or the place for subtle arguments, so I answered, "No, I certainly should not desert my G.o.d." I don"t see even now what else I could have said.
""Thank you. I"ll remember that, if I live," said Meon, and I must have drifted back to my dreams about Northumbria and beautiful France, for it was broad daylight when I heard him calling on Wotan in that high, shaking heathen yell that I detest so.
""Lie quiet. I"m giving Wotan his chance," he said. Our dear Eddi ambled up, still beating time to his imaginary choir.
""Yes. Call on your G.o.ds," he cried, "and see what gifts they will send you. They are gone on a journey, or they are hunting."
"I a.s.sure you the words were not out of his mouth when old Padda shot from the top of a cold wrinkled swell, drove himself over the weedy ledge, and landed fair in our laps with a rock-cod between his teeth. I could not help smiling at Eddi"s face. "A miracle! A miracle!" he cried, and kneeled down to clean the cod.
""You"ve been a long time winding us, my son," said Meon. "Now fish--fish for all our lives. We"re starving, Padda."
"The old fellow flung himself quivering like a salmon backward into the boil of the currents round the rocks, and Meon said, "We"re safe. I"ll send him to fetch help when this wind drops. Eat and be thankful."
"I never tasted anything so good as those rock-codlings we took from Padda"s mouth and half roasted over the fire. Between his plunges Padda would hunch up and purr over Meon with the tears running down his face.
I never knew before that seals could weep for joy--as I have wept.
""Surely," said Eddi, with his mouth full, "G.o.d has made the seal the loveliest of His creatures in the water. Look how Padda b.r.e.a.s.t.s the current! He stands up against it like a rock; now watch the chain of bubbles where he dives; and now--there is his wise head under that rock ledge! Oh, a blessing be on thee, my little brother Padda!"
""You _said_ he was a child of the Devil!" Meon laughed.
""There I sinned," poor Eddi answered. "Call him here, and I will ask his pardon. G.o.d sent him out of the storm to humble me, a fool."
""I won"t ask you to enter into fellowships and understandings with any accursed brute," said Meon, rather unkindly. "Shall we say he was sent to our Bishop as the ravens were sent to your prophet Elijah?"
""Doubtless that is so," said Eddi. "I will write it so if I live to get home."
""No--no!" I said. "Let us three poor men kneel and thank G.o.d for His mercies."
"We kneeled, and old Padda shuffled up and thrust his head under Meon"s elbows. I laid my hand upon it and blessed him. So did Eddi.
""And now, my son," I said to Meon, "shall I baptize thee?"
""Not yet," said he. "Wait till we are well ash.o.r.e and at home. No G.o.d in any Heaven shall say that I came to him or left him because I was wet and cold. I will send Padda to my people for a boat. Is that witchcraft, Eddi?"
""Why, no. Surely Padda will go and pull them to the beach by the skirts of their gowns as he pulled me in Wittering Church to ask me to sing.
Only then I was afraid, and did not understand," said Eddi.
""You are understanding now," said Meon, and at a wave of his arm off went Padda to the mainland, making a wake like a war-boat till we lost him in the rain. Meon"s people could not bring a boat across for some hours; even so it was ticklish work among the rocks in that tideway. But they hoisted me aboard, too stiff to move, and Padda swam behind us, barking and turning somersaults all the way to Manhood End!"
"Good old Padda!" murmured Dan.
"When we were quite rested and re-clothed, and his people had been summoned--not an hour before--Meon offered himself to be baptized."
"Was Padda baptized too?" Una asked.
"No, that was only Meon"s joke. But he sat blinking on his ox-hide in the middle of the hall. When Eddi (who thought I wasn"t looking) made a little cross in holy water on his wet muzzle, he kissed Eddi"s hand. A week before Eddi wouldn"t have touched him. _That_ was a miracle, if you like! But seriously, I was more glad than I can tell you to get Meon. A rare and splendid soul that never looked back--never looked back!" The Archbishop half closed his eyes.
"But, sir," said Puck, most respectfully, "haven"t you left out what Meon said afterwards?" Before the Bishop could speak he turned to the children and went on: "Meon called all his fishers and ploughmen and herdsmen into the hall and he said: "Listen, men! Two days ago I asked our Bishop whether it was fair for a man to desert his fathers" G.o.ds in a time of danger. Our Bishop said it was not fair. You needn"t shout like that, because you are all Christians now. My red war-boat"s crew will remember how near we all were to death when Padda fetched them over to the Bishop"s islet. You can tell your mates that even in that place, at that time, hanging on the wet, weedy edge of death, our Bishop, a Christian, counselled me, a heathen, to stand by my fathers" G.o.ds. I tell you now that a faith which takes care that every man shall keep faith, even though he may save his soul by breaking faith, is the faith for a man to believe in. So I believe in the Christian G.o.d, and in Wilfrid His Archbishop, and in the Church that Wilfrid rules. You have been baptized once by the King"s orders. I shall not have you baptized again; but if I find any more old women being sent to Wotan, or any girls dancing on the sly before Balder, or any men talking about Thun or Lok or the rest, I will teach you with my own hands how to keep faith with the Christian G.o.d. Go out quietly; you"ll find a couple of beefs on the beach." Then of course they shouted "Hurrah!" which meant "Thor help us!" and--I think you laughed, sir?"
"I think you remember it all too well," said the Archbishop, smiling.
"It was a joyful day for me. I had learned a great deal on that rock where Padda found us. Yes--yess! One should deal kindly with all the creatures of G.o.d, and gently with their masters. But one learns late."
He rose, and his gold-embroidered sleeves rustled thickly.
The organ clacked and took deep breaths.
"Wait a minute," Dan whispered. "She"s going to do the trumpety one. It takes all the wind you can pump. It"s in Latin, sir."
"There is no other tongue," the Archbishop answered.
"It"s not a real hymn," Una explained. "She does it as a treat after her exercises. She isn"t a real organist, you know. She just comes down here sometimes, from the Albert Hall."
"Oh, what a miracle of a voice!" said the Archbishop.
It rang out suddenly from a dark arch of lonely noises--every word spoken to the very end.
"Dies Irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Teste David c.u.m Sibylla."
The Archbishop caught his breath and moved forward.
The music carried on by itself a while.
"Now it"s calling all the light out of the windows," Una whispered to Dan.
"I think it"s more like a horse neighing in battle," he whispered back.
The voice cried: