kutzkattherine.the bishopsheir-第80部分

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Archbishop　Cardiel　received　him　at　the　great　doors；　golden　cope　and　mitre　almost　blinding　in　the　noonday　sun；　rich　counterpoint　to　Kelson's　crimson　and　gold　and　the　crown　of　leaves　and　crosses。　When　the　two　of　them　had　exchanged　formal　greeting；　archbishop　bowing；　king　bending　to　kiss　the　episcopal　ring；　Arilan　and　Duncan　joined　them　for　more　casual　interchange；　lace…lavished　surplices　immaculate　and　pristine　over　purple　cassocks；　gold　glistening　on　stoles　of　snow　white　silk。　Kelson　accepted　their　greetings　in　something　of　a　daze；　pulling　Morgan　to　him　psychically　as　he　made　nervous　conversation　with　the　bishops；　drawing　on　Morgan's　calm　as　he　shaped　his　own　thoughts　into　more　suitable　framework　for　the　sacrament　he　was　about　to　exchange　with　Sidana。　As　the　bride's　procession　began　to　enter　the　cathedral　yard；　king　and　escort　fell　into　place　behind　the　three　prelates　and　went　inside。
More　clergy　waited　just　beneath　the　western　portico　…　　the　crucifer　with　Cardiel's　processional　cross；　candle　bearers；　a　flock　of　choristers　…　men　and　boys　with　fresh…scrubbed　faces　above　the　white　and　scarlet　of　surplices　and　choir　cassocks　…　two　older　boys　gently　swinging　censers。　As　the　archbishop　and　the　rest　of　the　royal　party　joined　them　and　the　procession　began　to　move　down　the　nave；　musicians　in　the　gallery　above　trumpeted　a　royal　fanfare　and　salute。
Kelson　held　his　head　high　as　he　walked；　oblivious　to　the　scrutiny　of　the　congregation；　eyes　focused　on　the　roundel　on　the　back　of　Cardiel's　cope。　He　recognized　the　choir's　anthem　as　a　solemn　？？　Deum。　Flanking　him；　he　could　feel　the　solid；　reassuring　presence　of　both　Morgan　and　Dhugal：　Morgan　his　usual　pillar　of　bolstering　calm；　Deryni　senses　extended　just　slightly　to　give　Kelson　psychic　substance　to　lean　against　…　but　even　Dhugal　seemed　somehow　more　solid；　more　confident；　almost　Deryni　himself　in　the　steadiness　of　his　presence；　either　not　feeling　or　not　minding　the　distracted　but　curious　feather　touches　that　Kelson　sent　fleetingly　in　his　direction。
They　crossed　the　transept；　passing　directly　over　the　Camber　seal；　and　Kelson　briefly　wondered　what　the　Deryni　saint　would　have　thought　of　what　he　was　about　to　do。　As　he　recalled。　Camber　had　arranged　a　marriage　between　his　own　ward　and　Cinhil　Haldane；　even　before　the　Restoration。　The　name　of　Cinhil's　eventual　queen　escaped　him；　but　he　toyed　with　the　notion　that　she　might　have　been　crowned　with　the　same　golden　coronet　resting　on　the　alter　before　them；　shimmering　in　the　light　of　the　altar　candles。　He　eyed　it　wistfully　as　he　followed　the　bishops　into　the　choir　to　approach　the　altar　steps；　also　taking　in　the　wedding　guests　standing　in　the　choir　stalls。
Nigel　and　Meraude　held　the　places　of　honor　to　his　right；　closest　to　the　altar；　they　and　their　three　sons　ranged　along　the　front　row　of　stalls。　Others　filled　in　behind　them　and　on　the　other　side：　Ewan　and　Deny；　Jodrell；　Saer　de　Trah…eme　…　all　the　senior　members　of　his　court　…　their　faces　reflecting　all　the　varied　expectations　of　the　marriage。　Just　before　Kelson　reached　the　altar　steps；　he　caught　Nigel's　quick　smile　of　reassurance；　the　fond；　approving　nod　of　his　aunt。
Lord；　forgive　me　if　I　approach　Thy　altar　with　reservations　in　my　heart；　Kelson　prayed；　as　he　paused　behind　the　bishops　at　the　foot　of　the　steps　and　bent　his　knee　to　the　Divine　Presence。　Let　me　love　the　woman　I　am　about　to　marry　…　and　let　her　love　me。　And　help　me　to　be　a　wise　and　passionate　husband　to　her。
Then　the　bishops　were　turning　to　face　him　in　anticipation；　he　and　his　supporters　shifting　slightly　to　the　right　to　turn　and　await　the　bridal　procession。　In　the　loft　above　the　western　doors。　Kelson　caught　the　glint　of　the　trumpets　being　raised　again　…　silvery　notes　sounding　Sidana's　fanfare　this　time；　sweet　and　lingering。　The　choir　began　to　sing　a　Psalm　to　greet　a　queen。
As　the　doors　opened　outward　to　reveal　her；　she　seemed　for　an　instant　to　be　floating　on　a　cloud　of　sunshine；　so　light　that　she　might　have　drifted　away；　were　it　not　for　the　anchor　of　her　hand　on　her　brother's　arm。　As　the　canopy　moved　slowly　inside；　she　and　Llewell　following　under　its　splendor；　the　white　roses　on　her　hair　seemed　to　glow　with　a　light　of　their　own；　lending　her　an　almost　Deryni　nimbus　in　Kelson's　Sight。
O　God；　she　wears　peace　like　a　mantle！　he　thought；　watching　her　approach　him；　eyes　demurely　downcast。　He　hardly　even　saw　the　tight…lipped　Llewell；　or　Richenda　and　the　other　attendants　following　behind。
Please；　Lord；　let　it　be　peace　between　the　two　of　us；　as　well　as　our　lands。　I　don't　want　to　have　to　kill　her　people。　I　don't　want　to　have　to　kill　anyone　else。　I　want　to　create　life；　not　death。　Please；　Lord。。。。
Then　she　and　Llewell　were　genuflecting　at　the　foot　of　the　altar　steps；　mounting　the　steps　to　stand　beside　him；　Llewell　scowling　between　them。　Flanked　by　Arilan　and　Duncan；　Cardiel　waited　for　the　canopy　to　move　into　position；　setting　apart　the　place　where　the　marriage　rite　would　be　performed。　Morgan　and　Dhugal　remained　just　outside　the　canopy；　Richenda　and　the　other　attendants　ranged　to　the　other　side；　as　Cardiel　read　from　the　Mass　book；　addressing　the　pale；　attentive　king。
〃Kelsonus；　Rex　Gwyneddis；　vis　accipere　Sidanam　hie　praesentem；　in　tuam　legitimam　uxoremjuxta　ritum　sanc…tae　Matris　Ecclesiae？〃
Kelson；　King　of　Gwynedd；　wilt　thou　take　Sidana；　here　present；　to　thy　lawful　wife　according　to　our　Holy　Mother；　the　Church？
〃Volo；〃　Kelson　breathed；　not　daring　to　glance　in　her　direction。　I　will。
Bowing　gravely；　Cardiel　turned　his　attention　to　the　bride；　asking　her　the　same　question。
〃Sidana；　Princepessa　Mearae；　vis　accipere　Kelsonum；　hie　praesentem；　in　tuum　legitimum　maritum　juxta　ritum　sanctae　Matris　Ecclesiae？〃
Holding　his　breath。　Kelson　allowed　his　glance　to　flick　just　slightly　to　his　left；　past　the　tight…jawed　Llewell　to　his　bride。　Part　of　her　glossy　hair　fell　like　a　curtain　over　her　right　cheek；　so　that　he　could　not　see　her　eyes；　but　after　only　a　slight　hesitation　her　lips　parted。
〃Volo；〃　she　whispered。
Kelson　could　almost　hear　Llewell's　mental　moan　of　despair；　but　he　forced　himself　not　to　read　it　further。　The　boy　was　bred　to　duty；　even　as　Kelson　was。　What　purpose；　for　Kelson　to　disturb　the　calm　which　should　be　his　own　as　he　exchanged　this　sacrament　of　marriage　with　his　future　queen？
〃Who　giveth　this　woman　in　marriage？〃　Cardiel　asked。
Woodenly；　Llewell　placed　his　sister's　right　hand　in　the　archbishop's；　only　allowing　himself　a　cold　glance　in　Kelson's　direction　as　he　stepped　back　a　pace。　As　Cardiel　joined　Sidana's　cold；　slightly　clammy　hand　to　her　bridegroom's；　Kelson　permitted　himself　a　tiny　sigh　of　relief。
〃Repeat　after　me；〃　Cardiel　said。　〃I；　Kelson；　take　thee；　Sidana。。。〃
〃I；　Kelson；　take　thee；　Sidana；〃　Kelson　said　steadily。
〃To　my　lawful　wife。。。〃
〃To　my　lawful　wife。。。〃
His　eyes　were　riveted　on　her　face　as　he　repeated　the　ancient　formula；　not　daring　to　use　his　Deryni　abilities　for　fear　of　what　he　might　read　there；　but　increasingly　hopeful　at　the　warmth　he　thought　he　sensed。　Only　as　he　finished　did　she　raise　her　eyes　to　his　for　just　an　instant　…　and　what　passed　between　them　then　was　like　a　flash　of　summer　lightning；　bright　and　hot；　surging　into　every　nerve　and　sinew。
The　dark　eyes　were　quickly　lowered　…　had　she　felt　it；　too？　…　but　the　sensation　lingered　as　she　repeated　her　own　part　of　the　vows；　her　voice　as　cool　and　still　as　the　sacred　well　at　Candor　Rhea；　the　ripples　of　her　words　stirring　hope　and　even　gentle　promise　of　what　might　be。　Kelson　kept　her　hand　in　his　when　she　had　done；　and　she　did　not　flinch　or　try　to　pull　away　as　they　looked　back　to　Cardiel　for　the　blessing　of　the　ring。
But　it　was　Duncan's　hand　that　produced　it；　and　Arilan's　that　blessed　it；　sprinkling　it　with　holy　water　and　then　passing　it　through　incense　smoke　with　a　special　prayer。　An　artisan　of　Arilan's　acquaintance　had　wrought　it　of　Cassani　gold　…　a　Deryni　craftsman　of　Camberian　Council　connections；　the　bishop　had　confided　to　Kelson　alone；　in　a　rare　moment　of　candor　about　that　particular　aspect　of　his　own　life。　On　a　flat；　oval　facet　pared　from　the　curve　along　the　top；　the　man　had　etched　a　delicate　Gwynedd　lion；　the　eyes　set　with　tiny　rubies　…　fitting　token　to　seal　a　new　queen　to　her　lord　and　land