‘A point has the power to let a line emerge from it in any direction…’
… The conscious acceptance of life as finite reminds us of how precious our time here should be.
At a time when the Church ruled the lives of men and women in a way we no longer really understand, it would also have been a constant reminder of the need to live a life that would pass muster at the Gate of Heaven, as well as the equality of all men in the sight of God.
Merit, not wealth, would be all that mattered…
Most pertinent to us, though, was the window whose three panels show Saints Michael and George, each with their dragons. St Michael, it must be remembered, is also an archangel…
Between them, this time, we do have St Anne teaching the Virgin to read.
The story appears in The Golden Legend, a collection of tales of the lives of saints, compiled around 1260 and very popular in mediaeval times.’
Don paused for a moment and looked to what would have been the heavens had it not been covered with boat cabin.
“Go on, what did we miss?”
“In order to make Gold one has to have Gold, said the Alchemists.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Which means, in order to project Gold, one has to be Gold.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“Considering the almighty hullabaloo that the, at first sight coincidental, alignment of St Michael and St George previously created, you’d have thought that this particular arrangement would have at least raised an eyebrow – The Virgin taught to read between Dragon Slayers.”
“There was an awful lot in that little chapel.”
“I’ll say it again – the Virgin taught to read between Dragon Slayers.”
“Well, if nothing else, it’s at the very least emblematic of another world opening up.”
“The windows could be regarded as operating like the Mediaeval Tarot,” says Don, pensively.
“They would have been roughly contemporaneous, but how so?”
“Revelation by Juxtaposition.”
“Oh, I like that, but I can probably deal you one better?”
“Revelation by Extension.”
“There are women involved in the stories of Saints George and Michael.”
“I’ll give you Beatrice, certainly, whom we might expect to be thrice times beautiful and then there’s, erm… and then there’s…”
“The Star of the Sea… Jeez, yes of course, I’d forgotten about her… In traditional Christian terms they are advancing Jesus as the New Adam, and his Virgin Mother as the New Eve.”
“And in heretical Christian terms?”
“You mean in Templar terms, I’m not altogether sure.”
“Return all that exposition to pictorial form and symbolically what have we got?”
“The Virgin stands for vertical polarity!”
“Enjoyed, ‘stands’, but that won’t be all we missed.”
Extract from Beck ‘n’ Call
Lands of Exile Volume Two
BECK ‘N’ CALL
Stuart France and Sue Vincent
Ben, fast becoming a folk hero after the apparent theft of a standing stone, now languishes in Bakewell Gaol. Don and Wen, suspected of being his accomplices, are on holiday… or ‘on the run’ if Bark Jaw-Dark and PC 963 Kraas, hot in pursuit, are to be believed.
From England to Scotland, the officers of the Law have followed the trail of the erratic couple as they visited the ancient sites of Albion. This time, though, as Don and Wen take the slow boat to Ireland, Kraas and Jaw Dark are one step ahead.
But Ireland is a land of mystery and magic, where reality intertwines with vision and standing stones are still open doors…
How long can Don and Wen continue to evade the long arm of the Law?
Who are the men who wear the Templar emblem… and what are they doing in Derbyshire?
In the shadows, a labyrinth of secrecy shrouds a mysterious figure. What is Montgomery’s interest in a small standing stone? Just how many high-level strings can he pull… and why?
And what is the dark, winged creature that is now on the loose?
Join Don and Wen as they continue their adventures in the sacred and magical landscape of Albion.
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