
Historical Setting: Monkwearmouth, 794 C.E.
I follow the Reverend Mother to the tower entryway. The arch is just the right height for the Reverend Mother to pass through, but I have to bend down. There is hardly enough light to see the steps immediately before us. This wooden structure of stairs and precarious landings creaks and sways as we climb. The Reverend Mother seems accustomed to this climb probably only intended for one small woman at a time to reach the belfry.
She says it took the full power of two strong women to get the demoniac up this stairway. And I imagine if they had a chain to hold her the chain alone would weigh more than any of them. It must have been a struggle. As we near the openings at the belfry more light floods in.
Here on the top platform where the bell cord hangs is a huge heavy chain and manacles lying in a heap. The Reverend Mother stares, stunned.
“She’s escaped.”
It was easy to see the manacles are sized for a giant, and the grieving girl was tiny. All she’d have to do would be slip her hands out and she’d be free. The Reverend Mother looked down the high tower through a belfry arch. We both feared what we might see on the ground so far below. But there is nothing but the fresh snow.
“She must have escaped down the stairs, and now she and her demons are loose on the land.”
Now, I go down ahead of the Reverend Mother amid the creaks and clatters of the rickety stairs. We both know the young woman is in danger.
“She’s probably going back to the sea to finish drowning her demon.”
Am I the only one who finds a need to hurry to find this young woman?
“Her tracks are clear. I’ll follow her.”
Only my own tracks lead toward this church from the sea. But at the smallest archway of the tower her footprints are as clear as if she was laying a trail for someone to find her.
The Reverend Mother says, “She wasn’t walking toward the sea.”
“She’s chosen the river.”
The Reverend Mother offers a prayer with genuflect and kneeling. She lists many titles for God, and I know the unspoken prayer behind the holy words is that the nuns can be free of this so-called demoniac once and for all. I slip away before the amen that I might find her before she reaches the river.
(Continues tomorrow)














































