It was ghastly cold in the ruined church. It had been warm enough there during the day, but the fire that had gutted1 it had died like the young acolyte2, like the aged3 sacristan, the venerable mother, the sweet young novice4, the women who had sought shelter there in vain. Neither the dignity of age nor the sweetness of maidenhood5 nor the innocence6 of youth nor the sanctity of profession had availed.
The old priest was glad they were dead. Life after what they had suffered had been unthinkable. He thanked God for that oblivion. He wished that he, too, might die in that violated shrine7 where he had peacefully ministered for so long a time. They had taken the flock, the shepherd must follow. He should have led.
He had fought, oh, he had played the man for the honor of the poor lambs committed to him. Had he done right? Should he not have stood dumb before the shearers? They had shot him and stabbed him and beaten him into insensibility. The last thing he had heard was the shriek8 of one woman, the piteous appeal of another. They thought he was dead, but he was living. Why had he not died?
How could God be so cruel? This was war. This ruined sanctuary9, these broken men and women who had sought only to serve Him! Was there a God indeed? Faith, hope, what were they? Assurance, trust? Words, words! Ah, how he suffered.
"It is He," whispered the priest. "His sorrow was greater than mine."
"It is He," whispered the priest. "His sorrow was greater than mine."
It was bitter cold and yet he burned with fever. The tremors10 of pain so exquisite11 that they might almost be counted pleasure shot through his ruined, torn, broken figure, yet he recked little of these. It was the shame, the shame. He had been zealous12 for the Lord of Hosts. There was no God. Men were not made in any image save that of hell. He could not move hand or foot, but he could see. He could speak. He could curse God and die.
As his lips framed that anathema13 he saw vaguely14 the figure of a stranger; a slender, wasted body, dark stains upon it in the moonlight. It wore some kind of curious headgear. The man stared. The light was reflected from the sharp points of long thorns. A cloth was fastened about the loins. The figure stood very straight in the desecrated15 Holy of Holies. A light seemed to come from its face. Its eyes looked at the man with great pity. Slowly the figure raised its arms. Slowly the arms extended themselves; there were blood-stains in the palms of the hands.
"It is He," whispered the priest. "His sorrow was greater than mine. Lord, I believe."
He knew nothing more save that a great peace had suddenly stolen around him.
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1 gutted | |
adj.容易消化的v.毁坏(建筑物等)的内部( gut的过去式和过去分词 );取出…的内脏 | |
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2 acolyte | |
n.助手,侍僧 | |
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adj.年老的,陈年的 | |
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adj.新手的,生手的 | |
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5 maidenhood | |
n. 处女性, 处女时代 | |
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6 innocence | |
n.无罪;天真;无害 | |
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7 shrine | |
n.圣地,神龛,庙;v.将...置于神龛内,把...奉为神圣 | |
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v./n.尖叫,叫喊 | |
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9 sanctuary | |
n.圣所,圣堂,寺庙;禁猎区,保护区 | |
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震颤( tremor的名词复数 ); 战栗; 震颤声; 大地的轻微震动 | |
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adj.精美的;敏锐的;剧烈的,感觉强烈的 | |
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adj.狂热的,热心的 | |
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n.诅咒;被诅咒的人(物),十分讨厌的人(物) | |
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adv.含糊地,暖昧地 | |
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毁坏或亵渎( desecrate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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