"Mary Jacober - The Black Chalice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacober Mary)Chapter I THE MONK Nothing drags the mind of a man down from its elevation so much as the caresses of a woman. Saint Thomas Aquinas On the twenty-fourth day of November, in the year of Our Lord 1103, in the forests of Helmardin, there did my lord and master Karelian of Lys, knight of the Reinmark, kinsman and vassal of Gottfried the Golden, fall thrall to the powers of darkness. May God have mercy on his soul! The monk paused, squinting as the candle guttered and almost went out. Past fifty now, and lean with fasting, his face held a hardened serenity, his eyes the ascetic brightness of a saint. In good light one might guess he had been handsome in his youth; he had a broad, high forehead and fine cheekbones; where his hair was not cropped short, it still twisted into grey curls. He dipped his quill and, bending close, began to write again. There, in that fell place where no Christian may walk without peril, he was ensnared by sorcery and the foul embraces of a woman, and so destroyed utterly his honor and his immortal soul. I, though I sinned grievously, was by the grace of God permitted to escape. It is the burden of my failing years to record now all which passed there, and all which came of it: treason and war and the deaths of princes .... He was aware, vaguely, of the sounds of night around him: the distant, soft lowing of the monastery cattle; a cough in the cell next to his own; the close, irritating scurry of mice; the curtain shifting at his window. None of it mattered. The world of small and common things was barely real to him at all. I WOULD NOT WILLINGLY UNDERTAKE THIS task. I do so out of holy obedience, and to lay bare for the world the dangers of carnal passion, and the villainy and devouring corruption which so often lie beneath the surface of a fair woman's skin. For it is in the flesh of women that the Evil One weaves his snares; by their smiles and caresses uncounted good men are brought to ruin тАФ |
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