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The acme of achievement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>But how? The seed was sewn when I saw Father David s slight figure kneeling in prayer in the white walled chapel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The seed germinated as I stalked him up the steep sided slopes of the Beunos Heights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>There, gazing down upon the valley below, he made his devotions; there scrutinised his manuscript.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Only late evening, when the snow lay sparkling upon the ground, did I reveal myself?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Emerging from the shadows, l asked pleadingly:</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>'Tell me how you transmit that magic into your writing'? </p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Father David s name was woven into the fabric of fictional literature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>He specialised in short stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Gently humorous; sometimes macabre, always compassionate, he commanded a worldwide audience.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I too was a writer; passionately yearning for success.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>The feeble figure before me turned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His face had a strangely high forehead, making his head look enormous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It bowed forward uneasily upon his frail stem of a neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>In repose it fell forward upon the breastbone of his shrunken frame like an overblown rose.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>'Nabi, 'he replied.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>My face expressed puzzlement.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>He smiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>&quot;Hebrew word for prophet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Originally meant to become possessed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Ecstatic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Deranged even. <i style='mso-bidi-font-style: normal'>I too am possessed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span></i>By God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Through Him I write.&quot;</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I nodded; but in disbelief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>God had no meaning for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Covetously my eyes fixated upon the flimsy manuscript fluttering between his fragile fingers in the soft breeze.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span> May I read... ? I muttered.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Father David handed me his script.  May I return the compliment, he replied with old world charm, taking mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>&quot;And you.... are you ....possessed... ? he asked gently.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I remained silent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The acquisition of his story was my sole desire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The exclusive Welsh Writers' Association held their annual short story competition in the New Year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The Beunos Shield, the sum of ten thousand pounds, and a contract with a leading publisher of International renown was the prestigious prize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Father David had scored a hat-trick; winning the Shield for three successive years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I coveted his story. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My name too would be woven into the tapestry of world literature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>My dreams were ecstatic.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Fame and fortune would be mine..</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>The priest was an eccentric; an absolute anathema to my atheism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Yet the magnetism of his words made my imagination soar to the heavens above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I yearned for his magical power.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Father David s eyes looked directly into mine; searching; probing. What did he discern in those last few seconds that stretched out to his eternity?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His face was calm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Composed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Why did he kneel before me; pray as he looked down intently to the ethereal beauty of the valley below?</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Even his God could not protect him!</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>A push from the broadness of my hands catapulted him over the edge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His body disturbed the sleep of centuries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The sound of sliding stones reverberated as they cascaded down like a miniature avalanche</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I watched that macabre dance of death; waited until I could only hear the faint sound of falling snow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Below Father David s fingers were still tightly clutched around my unnamed perfectly presented manuscript.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>The priest had returned to his God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I had my pearl beyond price.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>We <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>were both winners.</i></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I followed a preconceived plan; sprinted my way back to St.Beunos Priory; arrived breathless; exhausted.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span> Father David... slipped over in the snow... fell down the valley... can't reach him.  So saying, I sunk gasping to the floor, clutching my heart in pretence of pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Easy for a man near fifty to simulate angina of effort.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Reaching hands were kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The bed was warm. The priest's manuscript, also unnamed, was gently extracted from me. Praise for my unfailing efforts was soothing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I sunk back into oblivion, pushing away uneasy thoughts that drifted aimlessly like dying leaves through my clouded consciousness.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>A craggy nose, piercing blue eyes, dominated my reluctant arousal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It was my friend, Ben Janssen, doctor turned writer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His voice boomed reassuringly:</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span> Heart seems sound to me... perhaps you are out of condition. Father David s story was mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>My name would live for evermore; my once rejected masterpieces recognised at last - the work of a genius.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Ben's voice pierced the exaltation of my thoughts.  The readings are almost due to start.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Hurry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>We'll just be in time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Father David s story... clutched between his fingers has been entered too... It's been typed out again. </p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I puzzled about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>My presentation through years of practice, had been perfect.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Ben continued: 'We located him easily... your directions were precise... </p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I turned away, my body shaking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Ben touched the broadness of my shoulders gently.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Why should I care about Father David?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>He had achieved union with his God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Slowly a strange sickness crept up from the innermost depths of my being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Was it guilt?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Surely not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Now my name, George Le Loup, would go down into the annals of literature; survive beyond my mortal time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The ambition of a lifetime, fulfilling my wildest dreams.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Suddenly the irony of the situation struck me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Was there perhaps something predatory in my name? Had I been possessed.... by the devil?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Yet the biblical King David had taken Bethsheba, the wife of Uriah the Hittite; had the soldier slaughtered In battle; just for the ephemeral fancy of a woman; yet still he remained in his God's favour.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Why</i> should I care about God?</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Ben led me to the conference hall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Sympathetic eyes turned to me, the writer who had risked his life in straining his heart whilst seeking help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>No. There must be no guilt.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Each year, the stories were read aloud to the competitors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Judgement was made by an august independent panel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Oddly enough, the story I'd purloined from Father David was called  NABI . I'd left what I thought was rather a pretentious title.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It was as usual, superb.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I sat back in excited anticipation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I sensed the suspense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Almost heard the silence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The day was for all of us, sheer entertainment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>At the end of the morning session, came my  NABI . It was marvellous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Held the audience spellbound.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Surely it could not be bettered?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Nevertheless I could barely touch the excellent fare on that New Year s Day preceding the afternoon session. My competitors ruefully shook their heads; comforted themselves with food and wine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It seemed that  NABI' would win, at least by popular acclaim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Since all the entries were identified only by number, the author remained unknown, until announced by the President.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Why then was I afraid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The winner had to be me.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Gently my friend Ben pulled at my sleeve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>He had been matching me silently picking at the sumptuous fare.  His name will live on, he murmured.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>So it would; but I was only concerned about mine.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>The afternoon caught a somnolent assembly. The warmth from the morning sun streaked through the high glassed windows of the hall, touched our faces with flickering colour.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>At last the final contribution came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It was mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The story found clutched between Father David s fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I felt a momentary panic, for I had given the title of 'RETRIBUTION' to my entry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Strangely this was called 'ABSOLUTION.'</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Mystified, I settled back to listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Suddenly I was jolted out of my lethargy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>This <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>was my </i>story.... with the title altered... a word changed here and there... so there was a subtle change of nuance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It glowed with a wry but compassionate humour; one that shook us all up from our wine ridden complacency; held us all entranced.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>But it was the last few lines, that final twist, that left us all holding our breath; such was the perturbation, the passionate intensity of that listening concentration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>At last the assembly took breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Simultaneously a deep sigh, like a gentle tidal wave, broke the stillness.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Had <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>my story </i>won?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>And why bring Him into the issue?</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Tears of disappointment rolled unheeded down my cheeks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Oh yes, I could see the undoubted excellence of those minute but subtle alterations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Ingenious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I had learnt at the foot of the master.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His lesson would never be forgotten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It would be woven into the fabric of all my future writings.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Was it God s vengeance upon me? But who had so cunningly altered those words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Contrived to bring my tale into imortality?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Surely none but the master; Father David himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Was his <i style='mso-bidi-font-style: normal'>spirit </i>still writing?</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Ben jogged my elbow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>'Come with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">    </span>Immediately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">    </span>I've had my orders.&quot;</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Numbly I followed him, stumbling miserably out of that hall, hearing as I left, that 'ABSOLUTION, had been awarded the Beunos shield; the purloined  NABI had taken second place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Silently Ben steered me into his car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>We moved swiftly along the darkening roads.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Finally I followed him out of the car, up some seemingly endless stairs, through lengthy corridors, up in a silent lift, until we reached the topmost floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Only then did my senses return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>We were in a hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Ben led me to a small single room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>There, stretched out on the bed, was Father David.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Miraculously he had survived.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Only his eyes begged me down to his level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I knelt down beside him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Ben left, and we were alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>His eyes looked deeply into mine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>In them was compassion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Tortuously he took a deep breath, the effort of speech shaking the frailness of his form:</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span> lt only needed a touch just a touch... soon you too will be a master...follow in my footsteps for that Is your mission.&quot;</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Feebly he grasped my hands in his, whilst his breathing shuddered and stilled, and shuddered yet again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It was then that my tears came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>True tears of contrition.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>'Forgive... forgive me Father... in the name of your God, forgive me. </p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Twisting his lips in the agony of forming those last few words, he said,  My son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Remember your title - <i style='mso-bidi-font-style: normal'>Absolution.'</i></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I knelt before him.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Weakly he raised his right hand; slowly making the sign of the cross upon my forehead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I watched whilst the glow slowly faded from his eyes.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>He smiled; but not at me.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I stumbled away, weeping, into the arms of Ben.  It was his last wish, he said,  that you should hear your story read aloud <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>before </i>he saw you...... that's why he held on ... survived for so long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span><i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Why </i>didn't you tell the judges that you wrote 'ABSOLUTION' ? Father David has given implicit instructions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The decision must be reversed. <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>You are the winner.  </i></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>My answer was immediate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>'The <i style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>judgement must be left as it stands</i>..</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span> I cannot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I gave my vow to a dying priest.'</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>I looked up out through the window to the world outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>The velvet darkness was pierced by a shaft of light from the glory of a single star shining into the darkness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>It blazed its way into the shadows of my soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>I armed upon the light that had once led the Three Wise Men to the stable where the Godchild lay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Did the <u>same</u> light guide me back to the foot of the altar in the sanctuary of St. Beunos chapel?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Kneeling, l retraced that last feeble touch of Father David s fingers upon my forehead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>Made the sign of the Cross.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'><span style='mso-tab-count:1'>            </span>Only then did my soul find peace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">  </span>In absolution. The evil that I had done had been wondrously transmuted.</p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify;tab-stops:36.0pt'><![if !supportEmptyParas]>&nbsp;<![endif]><o:p></o:p></p> <div style='border:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:1.0pt 1.0pt 1.0pt 1.0pt'> <p class=MsoNormal align=center style='text-align:center;border:none; mso-border-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0mm;mso-padding-alt:1.0pt 1.0pt 1.0pt 1.0pt'>ENDS &copy; Alanna David</p> </div> <P><FONT face="Ariel, Helvetica, Sans-serif" size=4><A href="library.htm"><B> <CENTER>Back to library</CENTER></B></A></p> </body> </html>