On The Night Of The Seventh Moon by Victoria Holt

Author:Victoria Holt [Holt, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2011-07-02T04:00:00+00:00

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I was astonished and a little embarrassed that all this ceremony should be for me.

The Pastor took the heavy bunch of keys. Opening the chest took a little time but the operation at length was completed. In it was the treasure of the church-I saw the silver goblets, the chalice and the crosses which were of silver and gold set with semi-precious stones.

But the latter were not to be compared with the Processional Cross which was kept separately in its heavy wooden case which again had to be unlocked. It was at length revealed to me.

The children gasped as they gazed on it-lying on black velvet. It seemed to shine with an uncanny light and was intricately wrought in gold, enamel and precious gems. Each of the large stones which formed the centre had, I was told, a story attached to it. Each had been won in battle. In those days the country had been wild and the small dukedoms and principalities were constantly at war with each other.

The centre diamond and the two rubies on either side had been set in the cross to emphasize the invincibility of the Duk&s of Rochenstein.

If the cross were stolen it was believed that would be the end of the line. This was why it was so guarded, not only because of its value but because of its legendary importance.

I was rather glad when the cross was back in its box and the chest locked; so were the soldiers. They relaxed at once and ceased to look like stone statues. The children changed too; they began to talk in loud voices whereas previously they had whispered.

They appeared to know the soldiers well. One called Sergeant Franck was a particularly jolly fellow.

We came up from the crypt and were soon in the sunshine."

"There," said Frau Graben, 'now you've seen the Processional Cross. You'll see all the sights in time. "

She seemed to be secretly amused and again I wondered whether I really knew her as well as I had thought.

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