What happens in confession is secret, as you well know. Itâs only for the ears of the priestâand God.â
âDoes God have ears?â I asked.
Haket looks rough-hewn, as if God left off making him halfway through. His cheekbones are like planks and his chin like a sawing block, and his skinâs rough as bark. He has a big red mouth.
âThatâs enough of that,â Haket replied, leading the way into hisvestry, which is just as damp and chilly as the one at Caldicot. âLet me hear you read. The Book of Exodus, chapter twenty, beginning at the twelfth verse.â
âHonor thy father and motherâ¦â I began.
My father. How can I? How can I honor him? Heâs a murderer and he beats Lady Alice. He wounded me in my right shoulder and I think he may have meant to. I do honor my mother, though. I think about her and pray for her each day.
âArthur!â said Haket keenly. âWhatâs wrong with you today?â
âThou shalt not murder,â I read. âThou shalt not commit adâ¦adultâ¦â
âAdultery,â said Haket.
âWhatâs that?â
âGo on.â
âThou shalt not stealâ¦â
When I have my lessons with Oliver, itâs often quite easy to distract him because he likes the sound of his own voice. He doesnât mind me arguing with him either, and that way Iâve found out lots of new things.
But Haket is much more unbending. When I am reading, I have to read. When Iâm writing, I have to write. Like Oliver, he wonât hear of my using my left hand, and several times he has smacked it.
Haket is nothing like as rude about the Saracens as Oliver; but all the same, he believes they worship a false prophet and are not equal with Christians in the eyes of God.
âDoes God have eyes?â I asked. âIs He shaped like a human being?â
But of course Haket refused to change the subject. âIn truth, many men who say theyâre Christianâ¦â he began. âArthur, have you heard how King Richard defeated Saladin, the Saracen leader, at Arsuf?â
âYes.â
âBecause of Coeur-de-Lion, we do still have a kingdom of Jerusalem. But although King Richard stood and stared at the gates of Jerusalem itself, he could never enter the Holy City. Do you know why not?â
âBecause his men were exhausted.â
âBecause Christendom is a wasteland.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âA wilderness, Arthur. A wasteland of the spirit. Many men are behaving like animals. Think of the wildmen who imprisoned King Richard at Dürnstein. They guarded him night and day with unsheathed swords.â
I thought of the beautiful, horrid man on my clay tile: little lower than the angels, little better than a hideous beastâ¦
âPay attention!â said Haket. âThis is the truth. Many men and women say theyâre Christian, but do not behave in a Christian manner. Is everyone here at Holt Christian? Is that what you think?â
âI donât know,â I faltered.
âAll over Europe, people take the law into their own hands,â Haket said, âand their law is to threaten and maim, to rape and kill. Until weâre Christian not only in word but in deed, how can we enter Jerusalem?â
âBut human beings can never be perfect,â I said.
âThat is the paradox,â Haket said, âand I want you to think about it. Thatâs all for this afternoon.â
I put my hand on top of the vestry chest and pulled myself up.
âOh!â I exclaimed. âLook!â
Haket looked.
âRowenaâs muffler!â I said. âIâll give it to her.â
Haket squeezed the muffler in one of his horny hands. âIâll give it to her myself,â he said.
But what was Rowena doing in the vestry? I thought Haket said sheâd come to church to make her confession. He canât have been telling me the