Chapter Eight


After a deep but short sleep, I got up and left Tim’s room before his parents rose.
I decided to walk to Father Ten’s church house a hundred yards deep in the forest. His diocese was in the county of Sumerise, his local church, was in the centre of the Clubton village, but he was a prudent man and only escaped the carnage of the Black Prince by being so secluded. There was some time before he left at seven, for the Diamond gardens.
You approached his house through a winding path in the forest. It was that ethereal time of the morning when touched by the first light, the startled drowsy birds began to twitter. I saw an owl, unheard, fly over my head to its day’s sleep in the night barn, as nature’s habitat began to rise with the probing light.
As I walked briskly around the last corner, ahead, at the apex of the path, was the Bishop’s dwelling. Two rooms on the top floor, were lit yellow, and flickered like the devils eyes, from the draughts of the fifteenth century building. It seemed to sit like a demon’s skull in the mist and obscurity of the forest dawn, seemingly more of the underworld than the empyreal.
Father Ten opened the door, a look of surprise added to the creases on his face. ‘Jeffery! What in Hell… in Heaven are you doing here?’ He asked, sheltering his panting candle with his huge hands.
 ‘Sorry Father, I needed to tell you about my mother, and my experiences at work yesterday.’ He nodded and as he waved me in, his candle blew out.
‘I know about your mother, poor soul. I will try and visit her tomorrow.’
When inside, and sitting by his breakfast fire, I told him everything. He listened patiently, a look of disquiet on his face. Without a word he eventually got up and prepared food for us both.
The only time I ever felt completely relaxed was with Father Ten. He was such an accomplished and self-assured man. Once a Baron, in the great Holy Suit wars, he committed himself with aptitude. When it was over and the Spade and Gold Suit had won, he fought on with the square table knights until he was eventually captured by the then good righteous Ace Spade Pope, a fair and merciful man who, instead of execution, banished him to a monastery for twenty years. Father Ten escaped back to Clubland but remained a priest, and in only two years was promoted to bishop by the instructions of our Club Queen, Lucia with no opposition from the timorous King. It helps to have friends in high places. Not only did the Queen approve, but he was appointed by the Archbishop Melbourne, an old fourth at whist.
In the comfort and security of his pantry, I ate like a gluton. ‘So,’ he said, watching with pious disapproval, as I slurped over the meal. ‘The Black Prince didn’t kill you. You’re very lucky.’ ‘Um,’ was all I could answer with a stuffed mouth. ‘Still,’ he said reflectively. ‘That must have been due to the good Queen Pauline of Diamonds. I’ve heard through the ecclesiastic grapevine that the fabricated affair with Prince Victor was only put around Gossip’s Corner to make the King jealous so that he would give up his mistress.’
 ‘Yes.’ I swallowed. I believe the Queen is quite ingenious and it was just a ploy.’ ‘What I am worried about,’ he said after a long pause, ‘is that the Queen expelled him. That will mean trouble, and soon. Especially as they believe that you overheard too much on your knees.’ In a sudden change of mood he rested a hand on my head. ‘Jeffery, for the love of God do not pursue that shallow Princess. You are still the absolute bottom of all suits. This is a dangerous game.’
I began to protest. ‘But the way she looked at me, Father! I would swear there was something in her eyes!’ He sighed heavily and shook his head.
 ‘Jeffery, I beg you to listen. When I was very young, I thought that so many times. You can never be sure of a woman’s feelings by the way she looks at you. It has to come with much time and commitment, and even then…’
 ‘No!’ I snapped pulling away. ‘Why was I chosen then for this mission if I am so humble and of low rank?’ I had meant to pursue the argument of Topaz but I just blurted it out. He didn’t hesitate with his answer.
 ‘Because your low rank gives you a curious anonymity. You are cultured and mannered, yet only a minor suit Two Club. No one will want to be acquainted with you. But you can acquit yourself well, and understand what is going on, even if someone talks in Latin or Gold. Well, that was the theory. But in practice, you got involved in a sword fight in the Palace courtyard, you knocked over Princess Topaz, and got into a fight with Prince Victor and Sir Beal. This was not on the agenda. I cannot fail to notice that you took no notice of my advice for restraint. Especially with Princess Topaz!’ He stressed the derogatory inflection of her name, as if it was as impossible as a voyage to the moon.
 ‘I love her! She loves me! I just know it!’  He looked at me with demonstrative pity. ‘Don’t look at me like that!’ I yelled. He raised the palms of his hands.
‘All right, Jeffery, calm down. You are clearly afflicted beyond reason or rescue. You will have to learn by your own mistakes. Why do we live beyond forty? We can teach the young nothing. But I beg you, do not take any reckless chances. You are a good kind boy… man now. Your death would be a tragedy, for me and your friends, and your mother. She has almost drowned in it.’ He stood and placed his hands on my shoulders. ‘For all of us will you promise not to be so rash and impetuous?’ I looked up and smiled.
‘Yes, I’m sorry Father.’  He shook me.
‘Good, then take that fat horse and take your path to a bright future. For I feel, by God’s grace, that there is an important future for you. If you listen to your head and not your cockerel.’