her hands clasped in front of her on the table. She was looking around her at the locals, nearly all of whom she seemed to know.
âDo you often drink in pubs?â Declan asked.
âQuite often. Why not? I go round pubs twice a week, trying to bring people to salvation.â
âNo reason, of course. What else do you do?â
âWe bear witness in Keighley market twice a week, and we do a lot of work among the homelessââ
âNo, I meant what else do you do apart from, well, this?â
âApart from my Christian witness? I work in the SPCK bookshop in Keighley. I have decided that my whole life must be devoted to Jesus. Itâs the only way I can give it a meaning. You donât find that?â
âWell, no.â
âYou will,â she said with serene confidence. âIâm sure you will find Him, perhaps quite soon. You must feel the need to, to get you out of the terrible atmosphere at Ashworth. Iâm there as little as possibleâthatâs why weâve never met. We call on sinners to repent, but to be always in their company is to invite contagion.â
âIâm not sure I see the Ashworth people as sinners,â said Declan.
âThen you canât have met them yet. But youâve seen Ranulph. Heâs the greatest sinner of all.â
âHeâs nothing but a poor old man sliding toward death,â said Declan with conviction. Mary Ann shook her head vigorously. âBut thereâs one thing I have noticed about the Ashworth people.â
âWhatâs that?â
âAlmost all of them are alone,â said Declan. âThe two old men, Chesney and Mellors. The brother and sister, living close but not together. Mrs. Max, who Martha tells me has a son, but heâs not with her. Even the four at the farmseem to live in separate worlds: youâd think thereâd be something between mother and daughter, mother and son, but thereâs really practically nothing, not a spark. You and your motherââ
âWeâre the most alone of all.â
âThatâs what I suspected.â
âOf course, Iâm not alone now Iâve found the path to Jesus. You canât be alone with Him, can you? But before that . . . And when weâre together in the house we . . . we have nothing to say to each other.â
âWhy is that, do you think?â
âWhy is what?â
âWhy does Ranulph Byatt seem to attract these lonely types around him?â
She shrugged.
âI suppose he is a sort of false messiah. Mrs. Max is different: she has a son, like you say, and heâs grown up, got a job in Burnley, and moved away. Nothing odd there. Theyâre close, even if they donât live together any longer, and theyâre quite normal. But the others seem to need something in their lives, and theyâve chosen him. They need to find the True Way, but they blind themselves to it.â
âHow long has the community been in existence?â
âCommunity? Thatâs not a community. Just a collection of sad, lost people. Ranulph inherited the house and cottage from an admirer about fifteen years ago. An old lady who loved his early landscapes. He moved then, and the rest of us have moved in over the years. But I think many of them have been sort of around him for years before that.â
âWhat do you mean âaround himâ?â
âI mean known admirers of his work who were sometimesadmitted to the Presence. People living off of the crumbs from his table. My mother is typical. She went to an exhibition of his work at the Hayward Gallery in 1982, and sheâs been a sort of groupie of his ever since. Itâs pathetic.â
âSo let me get this straightâRanulph Byatt inherited the farm and all the cottages from an admirer?â
âYes, an elderly spinster, as you might have guessed.â
âRight. And all the cottages were