The Mystery of the Magna Carta by Denise Elaine Conquest Steele

Author:Denise Elaine Conquest Steele
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
Published: 2016-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

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Please note: in 1926 the British Library was located in the British Museum.

It has since moved and now lives at Kings Cross.

Chapter 11

ST ANDREWS

THE VICAR COMES TO THE RESCUE

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND, KNOCK AND IT SHALL BE OPEN UNTO YOU.

MATTHEW 7:7

“Wake up sleepyhead or we’re going to be late for church!” Percy nudged Jeeves who was very happily sleeping in.

“I don’t know why but I’m always late for church,” Percy complained to herself with no small amount of frustration, “and it’s my favorite place to be!” She really didn’t want to be late this morning – she was looking forward to seeing St Andrews up close, for until now she had only seen it from a distance.

This lovely old church was built around 1112 AD, replacing an older wooden church that went back to Saxon days, making it more than one hundred years older than Magna Carta. It was the oldest standing building in Wraysbury at the time of King John, apart from the mills, having been built before Ankerwycke Priory. Percy loved old churches, but this was going to be a treasure.

“Breakfast!” Aunt Margaret called out.

Percy finished dressing, and ruffling Jeeves’ coat as she left the room asked, “Are you joining us this morning, Your Majesty?”

Jeeves thought about it, stretched and decided some warm milk sounded good. Plus, he liked church, and was curious how different an English service might be. He wanted to hear what the Vicar had to say.

“Morning, Auntie,” Percy greeted her.

“My, you are cheerful today. Are you still thinking about yesterday?”

“Yesterday was wonderful,” she admitted, “but actually I’m excited about today.”

“That’s nice, dear. Did you get everything done you wanted to?” Aunt Margaret was fishing for clues, suspecting that their sudden trip into London had something to do with their request for costumes.

“Not really, but we did have fun,” Percy replied unhelpfully.

They had just finished a quick bite, when Aunt Margaret noticed the time. “11 am!” she said with a start. “We’d better shuffle off to buffalo, or we’ll be late!”

Percy and Aunt Margaret grabbed their hats and gloves, flew out the back door, and hurried down the garden path to the side entrance of the churchyard, with Jeeves at their heels. Fortunately the back of the Grange was only about three minutes from the church grounds.

St Andrews was a beautiful old stone church with a tall steeple topped by a rooster weathervane. Normally, Percy did not like graveyards but almost every old church in England was surrounded by headstones – hundreds of years old, and somehow, it seemed more natural and friendly here. The thought of having your loved ones so close and still being part of your life actually felt comforting to Percy. She guessed it made it easier to visit more often, bring them flowers, keep them up to date on the latest gossip, or confide one’s deepest concerns.

They followed the path to the front of the church and entered a beautiful arched wooden door with huge black iron medieval hinges.

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