Eminently Respectable Capers
By Tony Brennan
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At first, his new boss seems like a shining example of childlike and bumbling innocence. But Sammy soon discovers the Cardinal has a fiendish sense of humour.
When His Eminence throws the young priest into a knockout adventure of hilarious and mortifying encounters, from midnight motorbike chases to an operatic appearance and a mistaken shooting, Sammy finds himself in the match of his life.
Tony Brennan
Tony Brennan, a clergyman and a tertiary lecturer, in both English literature and abnormal psychology, says of his writing, 'I have a penchant for zany and weird ideas which end up as stories. I never know what the end is going to be, so am constantly surprised, and a little worried - perhaps therapy might help?'
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Eminently Respectable Capers - Tony Brennan
Spotels
SAMMY TO THE RESCUE
Charles Cardinal York flexed his shoulders irritably to make the long, scarlet cloak fall down in folds, as it should.
He strove to hold his frustration in check; it wasn’t wise to let it run amok today …not with all this in front of him. But, all the same … what’s wrong with the idiot?
The MC’s supposed to be doing all this! I’ll give him a blast – the lazy, young, bloke – this Father …? Father …? What the hell was his name, anyway? He did tell me.
It was …um … as the old man closed his eyes, searching his mind trying to remember who his new MC was, his clothes were suddenly quickly arranged – with exceptionable speed and efficiency.
He found himself properly dressed – in record time – standing beside the vesting table, just waiting for his scarlet biretta; ready for the procession to begin. He was actually gasping with surprise. The operation had been silent, slick and tension free!
Startled by the unexpected competence of the new secretary-cum-MC, Charles wisely deciding to postpone his complaints, meekly accepting his biretta. As he bowed to the crucifix, then put the biretta on his head, he sneaked a quick side-ways look at this remarkable youngster.
He’s a tough-looking character this one! Was he really a priest? He looks like a young, unsuccessful, drop-out from the local boxing academy; or, a thug – he’s got a broken nose. Yes … that’s more like it; possibly a thug. How interesting!
Could be after the gold and silver chalices. Have to keep an eye on him!
Well, whatever he was, it didn’t matter; this one wasn’t a sloppy, anaemic, willowy, weepy type, thank God – he’d had enough of those!
What?
he snapped; suddenly realizing the MC was addressing him.
Eminence, the photographer has just asked if he may take a shot of you before you begin the procession – just as you are now. What do you think?
Father Samuel Spotels asked quietly.
Charles was surprised at the cultured voice coming from that bruised face.
Umph!
The cardinal nodded, his lips a thin line. He hated the press even more than he hated …but, he warned himself, don’t start worrying about that … it’s too dangerous. Instead, he stood up straight, holding his biretta across the front of his surplice, automatically adopting his usual pose – as he had done for the last twenty-four years.
There were a couple of flashes, and the cardinal heard the photographer say, sotto voce, to the MC: I’ll get a shot later on, when the old goat’s actually doing something; mightn’t look so poisonous then.
The cardinal smiled grimly. They thought because he was old, he was deaf as well; as a matter of fact, his hearing was perfect. Would to God that everything else was … … but … No, stop it! Don’t go there…
The secretary touched his arm briefly, the procession started. The cardinal watched the procession lead outside: the row of acolytes in their white snowy garments billowing in the gentle air from the open door; the Deacon – he noted, irritably, it was the nervous, fluttery one – a wretched fellow – he’ll get everything wrong, as usual; the assisting ministers, his new MC, and then he took his place, alone, at the end of the line.
They came out of the shadows of the huge cathedral into the bright sunshine and the cardinal squinted in the bright light. There were people out here as well, so he automatically raised his right arm in a series of little blessings.
They stopped at the front door of the Church. What on earth was he supposed to do now, he asked himself querulously? Oh, yes, that’s right … the Asperges!
Thank heavens he didn’t have to remember all this now; he couldn’t do it. He stood perfectly still: this was the MC’s job; he had no intention of helping him. He’d see this morning just how good Father …? Father (whatever his name) is!
Oh, good! He’s got it organized. We’re off! That’s a start anyhow.
The procession passed into the church, and the cardinal noted that it was full to capacity. His heart soared with delight. How wonderful; how good, people are! So many people! No, no … it wasn’t wonderful! – It just meant there would be more people to see the disgrace if something went wrong! And, it could so easily.
He sharply ordered his mind to think of something else.
He made the decision to listen to the singing from the massed choir in the gallery. Hold on! There’s something wrong with it? What were they singing?... Good God!
They’re churning out the ‘Ecce Sacerdos Magnus’ Behold the Great Priest – that’s the second time they’ve sung it this morning. Why can’t they be imaginative and think up something different for a change? He was so tired of hearing that every time he officiated at something important.
His mind flew off at a tangent. He wondered if she, the poor good woman, ever wanted to throw something every time she had to stand, rock still, while they played that dreadful dirge every time she did anything – she most probably heard it in her sleep and had night-mares; the poor woman.
The MC was nattering about something again; what was it? Oh, they’ve reached the sanctuary; well, I can see that; silly fellow – I’m not blind. Right … up the three little steps, kneel at the kneeler, stay a few minutes …Oh, dear! Dear God, help me! This is not a good idea. Quick, think of something else! The Choir! That’ll do.
He concentrated on the very strange sound coming from the choir gallery which he had noted earlier; what was it? The cardinal suddenly recognized the sound as coming from a counter tenor.
He rather liked the unearthly sound of the counter-tenor voice, but today, it certainly was unearthly; it was terrible – he was shockingly off-key. It sounded as if the poor chap was being garrotted. The cardinal deliberately closed his mind from the strangling, gurgling sounds from the choir, and seriously pondered his own personal problem.
Yes, he decided, it had to be faced squarely as it definitely was a theological problem. It was concerned with the question of a lack of trust … of faith; therefore it was his theology – that was now questionable.
Where had he gone wrong? He hadn’t been like this in the beginning, had it? No, he hadn’t! With the ease of the elderly, his mind flew back more than forty years to the day he lay stretched out on the floor, with the other ordinands, being made a priest of the order of Melchisedech forever.
He had firmly believed then, there was no obstacle that he could not overcome with his boundless faith; no spiritual mountain, he couldn’t climb, but … …now? Now, it was all a disaster; he would stumble at a slight incline on the path.
But, what could he actually do? The press hated him; he knew what they’d write about him if he just walked out. He could see the headlines of the popular papers: ‘Roman Catholic Cardinal stalked out of cathedral in a towering rage; it was said he was frothing at the mouth.’ While the sophisticated papers, that pretended to be more intellectual, would write: ‘While the actions, and comments of the Cardinal of this city, have given us reasons to be concerned for some years now, it was to be regretted that he left his Cathedral, in such a vulgar manner; leaving nearly one thousand people stranded, half way through a service...’
No, he