cannot understand why he would do such a thing.
âRaphael ordered me thrown down after Sammael, but I would not submit to such indignity. I threw myself from the gates of Heaven and let my wings burn as I fell. I no longer wanted to be an angel; I just wanted to be Gabriel and to be left alone. So on the second of September 1666 I crash-landed here, in a little hamlet in the middle of a forest. My wings were badly damaged, and I gave most of what power remained in them to the village itself, to give it life, to make a refuge for me and for anyone who wanted somewhere to be safe. Heaven and Hell would know where I was, but I would not be a threatâI would just be a clock makerâand angels and demons would leave me alone. And with the loss of so much power I began to age much faster than my siblings, become frailer. Still, when I look out my window and see the refuge this village has become, I know it was a price worth paying. And so the years passed and here we are.â He shrugged self-consciously and smiled at Jonathan. âDoes that answer your question?â
âI . . .â Jonathan stammered, not knowing what to say.
âWhat happened to Sammael, and to Raphael?â asked Cay.
âSammael found her way to Hobbes End and stayed for a time, but she could never forgive herself for killing Michael. I tried to tell her my suspicions about Raphaelâs involvement in Michaelâs death, but she wouldnât listenâthe very idea was so awful, she didnât want even to think about it. We argued a lot, and eventually she left to try to find some peace while walking the earth. I havenât heard from her for many years. As for Raphael, I never heard from him again. The gates of Heaven have been locked shut, and I have no idea whatâs going on behind them.â Gabriel pushed his chair back and stood up. âPlease forgive me, but Iâm rather tired. Iâm going to have to skip dessert. Iâll replace the wineglass.â He walked to the door, but as he drew level with Jonathan he paused. âIâm sorry for what youâve suffered, Jonathan,â said the angel. âAnd Iâm sorry for being so preoccupied since you arrived. I meant to give you this earlier today.â
Jonathan turned to see Gabriel take off his wristwatch and hold it out to him. âBut itâs yours,â he protested.
âTake it,â said Gabriel, quietly insistent. âMy gift to you. Every boy needs a good watch, and I made this myself a long time ago. It may be a bit careworn, but I can vouch for the quality.â
Not wanting to offend the angel, Jonathan held out his hand, and Gabriel placed the watch in his palm. âThank you very much,â he said.
Gabriel nodded, shook hands with Ignatius and Grimm, and left quietly.
âWell,â said Ignatius. âThat was something. I thought I knew that story, but Iâve never heard Gabriel tell it with so much detail, or so much passion.â
Jonathan didnât know what to sayâhe just stared at the watch in his hand, running his thumb over the worn leather strap and the scuffed sapphire-glass face.
âAnyway, Grimm, whereâs that massive Pavlova youâve been slaving over?â Ignatius added, hurriedly changing the subject.
Grimm brought out dessert, and they ate in near silence; even Elgar was quiet. There was something about the sadness of Gabrielâs tale that made laughter seem inappropriate.
âRight,â said Ignatius, once they had finished. âHand me your dishes so Grimm and I can wash up.â
After clearing the table, Cay thanked Grimm for cooking and said her goodbyes.
âIâll walk you back,â said Jonathan. âI could do with some fresh air.â
They left the vicarage and walked out into a chilly and moonlit night.
âDid Gabriel really not tell you that version of the story before?â he asked as they strolled across the