Father Brunel's face was gentle, almost tender, as he stepped down, lowering the Host to place it on Sayeesa's tongue. Her mouth closed around it, and she bowed her head, shoulders trembling.
The peasants stared, wide-eyed, unbelieving.
Father Brunel closed his eyes, bowing his head over the ciborium for a minute. Then he turned, to place the cup back in the tabernacle-
And the peasants erupted.
"'Tis a trick!"
"The Host was not consecrated!"
"Nay, nor is this church!"
"Aye! Father Brunel has defiled our chapel with his sinning!"
Anger gathered on Brunel's face. "Who dares say this of me?" he bellowed, and the noise of the crowd slackened to an angry muttering.
Arvide called out, "Can you deny it, Father?"
"I can and do! I've never been guilty of sacrilege in this church, as God is my witness!"
The muttering became uncertain.
Father Brunel lowered his voice. The anger was gone, but steely conviction remained. "I have sinned, aye, mightily and often, God forgive me! I'm a man of weak will and strong cravings." His eyes flicked toward Sayeesa - then past her, seeking out individual faces in the throng. "But when I've sinned, I've not set foot in this church till I've walked barefoot to another priest and been shriven! I? Desecrate this church? Never!" His voice cracked like thunder over the heads of his parishioners, and many of them winced.
But Arvide stepped forward doggedly. "So you say, Father, so you say! But we cannot be sure; nor can we be sure this witch does not deserve death at the stake!"
"Nay, there may be truth in it!" One peasant woman thrust her way forward. "For often have I seen him trudge out of town barefoot, fear on his face, as though hell's outriders pursued him!"
"But he was often gone longer than confession requires," another cried. "Where was he, neighbors? And why would he not join us in hunting the witch?"
The crowd caught the direction of her thoughts, and a very ugly murmur started up.
"Aye!" Arvide's eyes lit. "He was one of her visitors!"
Brunel swallowed heavily, fighting for composure. "I'll not deny it. In truth, I sought the witch's castle - but directly after I'd left her, I sought out another priest and confessed it. He shrove me; I still say my penance."
"Yet how did you escape her power?" a granny shrieked, her arm outstretched and pointing at the priest. "Nay, speak truly! Are you not a witch also? Why else were you not turned to stone, like my son?"
"Why, because I had small enough power over him!" Sayeesa snapped. "This is a good man, beneath his weakness and lust, one who gives hurt to none and seeks to help all! He is dedicated to God and therefore I could not hold him. Remorse overcame him, despite the strongest of spells!"
"Yet how could a man be a priest and still visit a witch of foul lust?" the granny shrieked. "Nay! He's defiled our church - and the test of this witch was no test!"
"Hold on!" Matt called out, before the crowd could react. "You admit he's always going to confession - so he couldn't have defiled the church!"
The crowd hooted derision, and the ugly mutter built up toward a roar.
"Nay, hold, good people!" Sir Guy shouted, and the crowd quieted, puzzled.
"How could he have defiled this church," Sir Guy asked reasonably, "if he was ever a-going to be shriven?"
The villagers turned to one another, murmuring uncertainly.
Matt felt the injustice of it burning his belly. He stepped over to Sir Guy. "Hey! You just said the same thing I did!"
"Aye, and I thank you for the words," Sir Guy said, sotto voce. "I'd never have thought of it, myself."
"But..." Matt fought down a surge of temper. "How come they didn't pay any attention when I said it?"
"Why, Lord Matthew," Sir Guy said, amazed, "you are not a knight,"
Matt turned away, fuming. If he ever found the guy who designed the rules for this universe, he decided, he'd send him back to his drawing board.
Father Brunel was nodding heavily with relief. "It is even as the knight says - you've yourselves admitted my remorse. Therefore your church is not defiled, and the test of the witch was a sound test! She has come to this House of God and received the consecrated Host under your eyes! I declare her no witch, but a woman of God, though a sinner - " His voice sank. "-like myself."
Then his head rose again. "And like everyone of you here! Aye, she's sinned far more heavily than most - but is there a one of you who can claim truthfully that he's not sinned every week of his life? Yet you're not damned for it, for you've confessed and been shriven, through the grace of our Lord! So has she!" He glared about him slowly, fairly daring them to contradict him.
There were some uneasy mutters and a lot of sidelong glances, but nobody spoke.
"Well enough, then!" Arvide glared, red-faced and furious. "She's shriven and in Grace again! But she caused many deaths and seduced many by foul enchantments! Should she not be punished for this?"
"Aye!" cried the granny. "Now burn her!"
"Aye, burn her!" The crowd took up the cry.
"Now I say nay!" Father Brunei roared. He glowered down at the congregation. "Death by burning is for witches and heretics. She is neither, now. If you wish the King's Law to judge her for what she has done, give her over to the king's men. But you shall not burn her for offenses of faith while I am priest here!"
"Aye, while you are priest!" Arvide shouted. "That can be changed, Father!"
"Aye!" a female voice cried from the back. "Burn them, burn them both! Let them die united by their sins, while the flames burn them clean!"
Father Brunel roared again. He tore off his stole, laid it on the altar, and charged into the midst of the crowd. They broke and fled from his path. He caught Sayeesa's arm as he passed, pulling her along behind him, and bulled his way through like a cannon ball, to the back of the church and out the door. The crowd stood a moment, galvanized; then, with a howl, they charged out the door after him.
Matt plunged into the back of the crowd. Sir Guy jumped in just ahead of him, ploughing his way through the mob by dint of steel elbows. Matt followed on his heels, with Alisande behind.
They broke through the front rank in time to see the priest turn at bay in the middle of the common, thrusting Sayeesa behind him. "Now," he bellowed, "we are out of the Lord's house! He who thinks he can take the witch, let him come and seize her!"
The mob jarred to a halt and milled about, yammering. Arvide glanced at the men to either side of him. They nodded, and he stepped grimly forward, with his two henchmen following a step behind.
Father Brunel seemed to set like concrete, waiting.
Matt tried to remember how the policemen on the cop shows sounded, and barked, "Awright, hold it right there!"
The trio jerked to a halt, staring up at him in amazement.
Matt strolled up toward them, his hand on his sword. "If you're coming in multiples, I'm stepping in on the priest's side."
"I, too!" Sir Guy stepped up brightly, his sword whisking out. "What's it to be? Our two swords 'gainst a mob? Well and good! An even fight, Lord Matthew, an even fight!"
Alisande had had enough. "Hold!" she strode into the center of the action. "Stand aside, Sir Guy! 'Tis not the office of a knight to strike peasants, but to defend them! And you!" She rounded on the mob. "The priest does naught but his office in protecting this woman - for she is a penitent and stands in God's grace again!"
Arvide's eyes widened. "Do you say this, too, Lady?"
"I do," Alisande answered, "and I am of noble blood. Here is my judgment in the matter: She is no longer a witch and goes free!"
Arvide, Matt thought, knew damn well that's what the lady thought; but it was a nice way out of the impasse, letting both sides back down without loss of face. Noble blood had said it; de facto, it was true. Maybe aristocracy had some uses, after all.