The Angel and the Cross by Sigmund Brouwer

Author:Sigmund Brouwer [Brouwer, Sigmund]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: guardian angel, sigmund brouwer, myrockandrollbooks
Publisher: Sigmund Brouwer
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Thinking about the other rebel, and knowing the importance of the task set upon Quentin, I remained nearby Quentin and Shel in the total dark that surrounded them.

I was so close that Shel woke and whispered, “Quentin?”

Both of them felt something nearby. Quentin understood why Shel had awoken.

“Fear not,” he whispered back, although his heart pounded. “Run if something happens.”

He stood, placing the blanket on Shel. He then moved three steps away from her. If the person nearby attacked, at least Shel could escape. With as much authority as possible, Quentin spoke into the darkness.

“If you are a friend, speak now. If you are a foe, beware of my sword.”

A laugh greeted him.

“Good bluff, my friend,” I said. “I do admire your braveness.”

“Pelagius! But how is this possible?”

My voice continued with its light humorous tone. “Where is your hospitality? Will you not invite me to join you both?”

“Why not?” Quentin said with as much irony as he could inject into his voice. “You know Shelomith, of course. Go ahead, join with her and plot against me.”

I moved up to them.

“Shelomith,” I said with delight. “It is nice to finally meet you. I have been watching, of course. You have remarkable patience to deal firmly with this stubborn Roman.”

There was so little light, I’m sure Quentin could barely make out my features as I stood in the shape of a human.

“You are Pelagius,” Shel breathed in wonder. Quentin heard rustling as Shel fell forward onto her face.

I touched Shel lightly on her shoulders. “Rise. Angels are not worthy of worship. Only the Lord.”

Shel whispered, “Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one.”

“Yes, my child. If only your Roman friend believed so firmly.”

Suddenly, Quentin felt rage. “Enough!” he barked. “Play your games elsewhere.

“Please sit,” I asked.

“I refuse.”

“You, of course, may do so.”

“Thank you,” Quentin said stiffly, standing.

“Please!” came Shel’s voice. “Don’t argue.”

She dropped her voice and whispered urgently, “It’s an angel!”

“Angels are not deaf,” I said playfully.

“It’s just that he’s not respectful,” she began to explain, “and I don’t want you upset.”

It’s fine,” I said to her quietly. “The boy and I shall speak.”

“I am a Roman citizen! Not a boy!”

I continued calmly, as if Quentin had not said a word. “Tell me, child, do you think you can hide from the Lord?”

Quentin stood where he was and refused to answer.

I had another question. “Who created a diversion at the gates so the soldiers would not discover you beneath the trader’s blankets?”

“Diversion?”

A low, gentle laugh. “It was enjoyable, actually, as shekels cascaded from a nearby roof. You should have seen those soldiers run for the money!”

“Speak on,” Quentin said sarcastically. “Whatever magic you once played upon me shall not work again.”

“Not magic.”

“If you say so.”

“Who placed the snake beneath the blankets? That was no coincidence.”

“You would surely have been seen by the bandits.”

“Child, another time I shall explain to you the ways of angels.”

Quentin snorted.

“And,” I paused with reverence, “who else but the Lord caused the eniji -

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