Сидни Шелдон – The Sands of Time (страница 13)
Father Perez took her hand in his. ‘I know you feel alone,’ he said warmly, ‘but you’re not. Believe me, child, you’re not.’
A nurse approached the bed carrying a bundle. She handed it to Graciela. ‘Here are your clothes. I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave now.’
An even greater panic seized her.
The two priests exchanged a look.
‘Why don’t you get dressed and come with me?’ Father Berrendo suggested. ‘We can talk.’
Fifteen minutes later Father Berrendo was helping Graciela out of the hospital door into the warm sunlight. There was a garden in front of the hospital with brightly coloured flowers, but Graciela was too dazed even to notice them.
When they were seated in his office. Father Berrendo said, ‘Father Perez told me that you have no place to go.’
Graciela nodded.
‘No relatives?’
‘Only –’ It was difficult to say it. ‘Only – my mother.’
‘Father Perez said that you were a regular churchgoer in your village.’
A village she would never see again. ‘Yes.’
Graciela thought of those Sunday mornings, and the beauty of the church services and how she had longed to be with Jesus and escape from the pain of the life she lived.
‘Graciela, have you ever thought of entering a convent?’
‘No.’ She was startled by the idea.
There is a convent here in Ávila – the Cistercian convent. They would take care of you there.’
‘I – I don’t know.’ The idea was frightening.
‘It is not for everyone,’ Father Berrendo told her. ‘And I must warn you, it is the strictest order of them all. Once you walk through the gates and take the vows, you have made a promise to God never to leave.’
Graciela sat there, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts, staring out the window. The idea of shutting herself away from the world was terrifying.
Father Berrendo said, ‘It’s up to you, my child. If you like, I will take you to meet the Reverend Mother Prioress.’
Graciela nodded. ‘All right.’
The Reverend Mother studied the face of the young girl before her. Last night for the first time in many, many years she had heard the voice.
‘Fourteen.’
‘I’m afraid,’ Graciela said to the Reverend Mother Betina.
‘Betina, the first contact with God can be very disturbing, and the decision to dedicate your life to Him is a difficult one.’
She had never been even faintly interested in religion. As a young girl she had avoided church and Sunday school. In her teens she was more interested in parties and clothes and boys. If her friends in Madrid had been asked to select possible candidates to become a nun, Betina would have been at the bottom of the list. More accurately, she would not even have been on their list. But when she was nineteen, events started to happen that changed her life.
She was in her bed, asleep, when a voice said, ‘Betina, get up and go outside.’
She opened her eyes and sat up, frightened. She turned on the bedside lamp. She was alone.
But the voice had been so real. She lay down again, but it was impossible to go back to sleep.
She turned out the light and a moment later turned it on again.
But she put on a dressing-gown and slippers and went downstairs. The household was asleep.
She opened the kitchen door, and as she did a wave of fear swept over her, because somehow she knew that she was supposed to go out the back into the yard. She looked around in the darkness, and her eye caught a glint of moonlight shining on an old refrigerator that had been abandoned and was used to store tools.
Betina suddenly knew why she was there. She walked over to the refrigerator as though hypnotized, and opened it. Her three-year-old brother was inside, unconscious.
That was the first incident. In time, Betina rationalized it as a perfectly normal experience.
The next experience was not so easy to explain. It happened a month later.
In her sleep, Betina heard a voice say, ‘You must put out the fire.’
She sat up, wide awake, her pulse racing. Again, it was impossible to go back to sleep. She put on a dressing-gown and slippers and went into the landing. No smoke. No fire. She opened her parents’ bedroom door. Everything was normal there. There was no fire in her brother’s bedroom. She went downstairs and looked through every room. There was no sign of a fire.
She went back to bed, just as the house was rocked by an explosion. She and her family escaped, and the firemen managed to put out the fire.
‘It started in the basement,’ a fireman explained. ‘And a boiler exploded.’
The next incident happened three weeks later. This time it was no dream.
Betina was on the patio, reading, when she saw a stranger walking across the yard. He looked at her and in that instant she felt a malevolence coming from him that was almost palpable. He turned away and was gone.
Betina was unable to get him out of her mind.
Three days later, she was in an office building, waiting for the lift. The lift door opened, and she was about to step into it when she looked at the lift operator. It was the man she had seen in her garden. Betina backed away, frightened. The lift door closed and the lift went up. Moments later, it crashed, killing everyone in it.
The following Sunday, Betina went to church.
The answer came that night as Betina slept. The voice said one word.
She thought about it all night, and in the morning she went to talk to the priest.
He listened intently to what she had to say.
‘Ah. You are one of the fortunate ones. You have been chosen.’
‘Chosen for what?’
‘Are you willing to devote your life to God, my child?’
‘I – I don’t know. I’m afraid.’
But in the end, she had joined the convent.
And now there was this battered child saying, ‘I’m afraid.’
The Reverend Mother took Graciela’s hand. ‘Take your time, Graciela. God won’t go away. Think about it and come back and we can discuss it.’