must have been set with deep concern. â Mais, what is it, ma soeur ?â asked Marie-Edith. âAre the geese still aflutter?â (She referred to the girls thusly.) âAll because of that innocent prank of yesterday? Câest fou! â
âThings turned worse in the night,â said Sister Brigid; and I heard the two take their habitual spots at the table, with their blue and white bowls of coffee, no doubt. âI fear for our friend.â
âHerculine? No! What has happened? Tell me!â And I might have stepped from the pantry then to go among these friends, to solicit their helpâsurely they would have helped me; but just then I heard the pinched voice of the cellarer, and I retreated deeper into the pantryâs shadows.
âWhatever might these be?â asked the cellarer, referring to I knew not what.
âYou do not know an oyster when you see it?â asked Marie-Edith, rather sourly.
âIndeed I do,â replied the cellarer, hearing no insult in the externâs words. âBut this bushel comes here at what cost? Whose coin hasââ
âYou have no memory for kindnesses, Sister,â interrupted Sister Brigid. âMarie-Edithâs brother tends the beds at Cancale, and for months now we have profited from his generosity.â
âHmph!â came the snorted reply; and in the ensuing silence Sister Margarethe took her leave, freeing Sister Brigid to speak:
âI tell you itâs profane and absurd, if innocent. Someoneâand we need not wonder who, I thinkâhas graced the stricken Elizaveta withâ¦with signs of the stigmata.â
âMais non! Ce nâest pas possible!â
âWell,â said Sister Brigid, âit may be possibleâor so say the Church Fathersâbut it is unlikely. Indeed, Iâve seen these âsignsâ on the child, and they are but a poor imitation of blood; and there is no wound proper.â
âA prank?â¦Not another, non !â
Presumably the older woman nodded in assent. âBut Sister Claire stokes the hysteria with her fiery talk, and she is intent on putting it to purpose. What started in mischievous innocence will end we know not whereâ¦. Oh! that one, Iâve never known the like; and I say she knows nothing of our Lord but his ambition.â
âBut, Mother Marie,â said the extern, âsurely sheââ
âBlood and water, my dear; blood and water,â said the nun. âShe has retreated to her rooms with that niece of hers. Iâm afraid the Headâs hour has come, for it seems she has won the girls. Oh, patient as the serpent sheâs been, and now sheâs arranged these silly circumstances to suit her end! I fear for our friend.â
âThisâ¦this cannot be!â said Marie-Edith. âWhere is Elizaveta? The infirmary? And where is Herculine?â When Sister Brigid made no reply, the extern went on: âI must see thisâ¦must see this foolishness for myself,â and she quit the kitchen, leaving Sister Brigid to fall into the mumbled reading of her rosary beads. And as the door to the dining hall opened, I could hear the barely bridled hysteria of the girls. No Silence had been declared this morning.
I dared not risk discovery. I would hide; to stand in the pantryâs shadows would not do.
And so, with great reluctance, I lifted the rug sewn of rags, which sat on the pantry floor, uncovering the trap that led down to the shallow cellar. There, amid sweaty and cobwebbed jugs of fermented cider and wine, long-forgotten, I settled myself on the cold dirt of the cellarâs bottom step; and discovered that I could, quietly, carefully, lift the trap, just so, and spy a sliver of the kitchen.
There, in that dank and muddied hole, I waited. And waited. Growing ever more certain that the distant hysteria of the houseâsurely they were searching for meâand the stillness of the kitchen did not
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