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CHAPTER ONE
Meredith Menorah stood over the body of the man she hated, the man she had
loved. Her husband, Preacher Bertram, was dead. She discovered his naked,
lifeless body in a pool of blood: a bullet was pierced between his stone
cold blue eyes; blood was dripping from the artery in his neck, severed by
a second shot.
Angry, crying, Meredith Menorah looked upon her husband's nakedness. It
wasn't singing her husband had been doing in the choir loft this night.
Trembling, Meredith Menorah knelt for a moment and partially covered his
nude body with a blue, blood soaked jacket she saw laying next to him. It
was a woman's jacket. Then in disbelief Meredith Menorah stared at a
second pool of blood in the choir loft.
She cried, "All this blood! Is that also his?" Dizzy, swooning, Meredith
Menorah stood and wiped the tears from her face. She took a step
backwards, stumbled, and braced herself against the backside of a chair to
stop from falling. "Don't pass out," she told herself. "Get yourself
together. Stop crying."
Still, Meredith Menorah was terrified. She was certain everyone in
Portabay, upon discovery of her husband's body, would think she was the
one who shot him. God knows she had reason enough to want her husband
dead. But not even to avenge what he did to her true love, Silencer
Raveen, could she have done it. Not even to set herself free from Preacher
Bertram, the vile beast that he was, could she have killed him. The truth
was she felt sad that he was dead. She hated to witness the mortality of
anyone; even Preacher Bertram.
Then for a few, fleeting moments she considered that maybe now she was
free. She smiled. She wondered what if no one blamed her for Preacher
Bertram's death. She was innocent after all. And she thought about her
true love Silencer. She wishfully imagined living with Silencer as a man
and woman who love one another should live; as husband and wife. She
hoped, she dreamed, but for a brief moment that her and Silencer's lives
could be salvaged. She imagined she could again hold Silencer in her arms.
But then she thought that is a dream which will never happen.
She felt it was wrong that she and Silencer had fallen in love. It was
wrong, she thought, but it was just as wrong what Preacher Bertram did.
She knew Silencer would never be the same. She thought if only she had not
fallen out of love with Preacher Bertram; if only.
If only she had not been so young, just barely sixteen when she married
Preacher Bertram. If only she had realized she didn't have enough in
common with a forty year old man to make a marriage work. If only she had
not discovered how much she had in common with Silencer.
Meredith Menorah remembered the day she and Silencer happened to go
swimming at the same swimming hole. It was no big deal when they found
themselves there together, alone. Or at least it should have been no big
deal. They were talking and swimming and having a good time with no
thought of any hanky-panky. Silencer had just turned sixteen and Meredith
Menorah was teasing him, telling him how her life had changed when she
turned sixteen, just two years ago. Silencer laughed at her teasing,
telling her that there was no danger of him getting hitched.
Meredith Menorah wasn't sure when Preacher Bertram walked upon them and
found them at the pond together. She wasn't sure how long he had been
standing there or what they had said or done which had given him the wrong
idea. But when they saw him standing at the edge of the pond, he was
furious. She remembered they had been splashing around in the water and at
one point Silencer had pulled her under for a moment. She supposed their
horseplay may have looked like something other than what it was. But she
doubted it. She figured he was mainly outraged because he thought it was
unthinkable she should be having fun with someone closer to her own age.
Regardless, his threat was ridiculous. He threatened to have both of them
charged with statutory fornication. In Portabay at this time, adultery was
a serious crime punishable by up to twenty years in jail for both of the
accused. And if the wronged spouse decided to take the law into their own
hands, and kill either the spouse or their lover, it was considered
justified.
Although Preacher Bertram's accusation was ludicrous, both Silencer and
Meredith Menorah should have taken Preacher Bertram's threat seriously.
But Silencer only made matters worse by calling Preacher Bertram a silly
old goat.
Meredith Menorah remembered how Preacher Bertram dragged her from the
swimming pond by the hair of her head. Then he stared back at Silencer. He
scolded, "Don't speak to me as though you were my superior. I'm not silly,
I'm not old, and I sure as hell am not a goat. I intend to take my wife
home and prove to her that she does not need a young stud like you to make
her happy. I've satisfied more women in my time than you will ever know."
Meredith Menorah could still see the scared, disbelieving look in
Silencer's brown eyes as he watched Preacher Bertram drag her off into the
woods. They could not believe what Preacher Bertram had said to them.
While the preacher had accused both of them of fornication, he had
confessed himself to be a fornicator.
Meredith Menorah thought, "My husband was sick."
Meredith Menorah remembered the days which followed. Living with Preacher
Bertram became a living hell. With what Preacher Bertram was putting her
through, she began to think more and more about Silencer. When she would
see Silencer at church and other places, she knew he was thinking about
her. Preacher Bertram had planted an idea in their minds and it made them
look at one another differently.
In the following weeks, Meredith Menorah and Silencer began to sneak
visits with one another. At first the visits were innocent enough. But
then Silencer discovered Preacher Bertram had beaten Meredith Menorah
during an argument. Silencer wanted to comfort her and they kissed. Much
more kissing followed.
It was there at the pond where Preacher Bertram first planted the idea of
loving Meredith Menorah into Silencer's mind, that Preacher Bertram caught
them consummating that love. When Preacher Bertram caught them there,
there was no look of anger on his face; just a strange smile. Then
quickly, before Silencer knew what was happening, Preacher Bertram hit him
over the head with a rock. Still smiling, he took hold of Silencer's arm,
pulled, and rolled Silencer off of Meredith Menorah. Looking at Silencer's
manhood, his strange smile vanished. Staring coldly at his wife, he pulled
out a knife.
Preacher Bertram said, "You know, it is within my right to kill him. Shall
I cut the 'serpent' from his body and allow him to bleed to death? I think
it would be the proper punishment for his fornication."
Meredith Menorah remembered how she stared at her husband. She knew how
his mind worked. She thought she knew best how to protect Silencer. She
agreed, "Yes. Do it. Then when you defend your actions, everyone will know
that your wife took herself a lover. They will know that you were not man
enough for me."
Meredith Menorah could not forget her husband's screams of laughter. "So
my little slut, I'm not man enough for you. We'll see about that."
Preacher Bertram savagely raped his own wife. He beat her severely, and
made it clear that if she didn't substantiate the charges he planned to
make against Silencer, he would murder the both of them. He said it would
still be within his right. He claimed he could easily defend his murdering
the both of them for he had a witness of their fornication, and the
witness would be more than willing to come to his defense.
Preacher Bertram had Silencer arrested and locked away at Portabay Prison
Island. Now Preacher Bertram was dead, murdered. Meredith Menorah stared
down at his nude, bloody body.
She wondered, "If I could prove he was cheating on me, even if people do
think I murdered him, wouldn't they consider it justified under Portabay
law?" She shook her head. "No way. The crazy people in this town will just
think I set the whole thing up. They will think I plotted to make it look
like I caught him cheating. If only I knew who was with him. Hell, if only
I knew who killed him."
Meredith Menorah thought she had never heard the church, especially the
choir loft, so quiet. She felt the silence was strange, eerie. Then
suddenly, out of the haunting silence, Meredith Menorah heard an angry
voice.
"Beware the adversary!" the voice bellowed.
Meredith Menorah could have sworn the bellowing voice was her husband,
Preacher Bertram. But his lips didn't move. Meredith Menorah felt certain
he was dead. Looking at his body, she thought not even the devil himself
could have survived those wounds.
Meredith Menorah listened closely as she tried to determine who was
attempting to make her think she was hearing the voice of her deceased
husband. The voice calmed into a solemn, whispering tone, "The adversary
spread out his hands upon her pleasant things for the heathen entered into
her sanctuary. She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are upon her
cheeks. Among all her lovers she has none to comfort her and all her
friends have dealt treacherously with her, they have become as her enemy."
Then the voice faded, "Please forgive my treachery."
A cold chill fell over Meredith Menorah and a strangeness gripped her
soul. Sadly, she opened the white marble door from the choir loft and
slowly descended the long column of steps to the bottom. Shaking, she
stared out over the pews and with her heart pounding each step, she walked
toward the anterior of the church. Then feeling as though she had walked a
hundred miles, she reached the large, colossal doors at the egress arch.
Just as she grasped for one of the doors and was about to open it, a cold
hand touched her shoulder.
"Molly."
Meredith Menorah turned to meet a wet kiss upon her mouth. She yanked
herself away, and not knowing what to think, she stared at young Frenchy
Dean.
Frenchy said, "I'm sorry. I was supposed to meet Molly here and. . . ."
Meredith Menorah looked at Frenchy and shook her head. "Silencer's sister?
Why on earth would she meet you here of all places?"
Frenchy glanced down. "She said there was something she wanted to show me
here at the church." Then Frenchy looked into Meredith Menorah's eyes.
Meredith Menorah puzzled, "I wonder."
Suddenly, a voice bellowed from the choir loft. "Set me as a seal upon
thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death;
jealousy is cruel as the grave: The coals thereof are coals of fire which
hath a most vehement flame."
Frenchy asked, "Does he always get this loud when he is rehearsing a
sermon?"
Meredith Menorah looked away from Frenchy Dean. She hesitated. Then she
whispered, "He's dead."
Frenchy laughed, "What?"
Meredith Menorah took Frenchy by the hand and looked into his eyes. "I'm
not kidding. Someone has murdered him. And now they, or somebody, is doing
a damned good impression of his ghost. I don't know why they are doing it.
I don't know why he was murdered. But Frenchy, everyone is going to think
I murdered my husband."
Frenchy Dean slowly walked toward the stairs. He thought he should go up
to the choir loft and investigate. But then suddenly he heard the front
doors of the church swing open. He turned to see Sheriff Benton standing
beneath the egress arch.
"Meredith Menorah, hello," Sheriff Benton said in his usual gruff voice.
"Is Preacher Bertram around? I've come here to tell him that I've decided
to take my son out of the choir, and to tell him that even if he manages
to get the church out of its present financial difficulty, my family will
no longer attend this church. What the two of you have done to young
Silencer Raveen is inexcusable. I'm glad Baldwin Raveen is in the process
of foreclosing on the church."
Frenchy Dean walked to where Meredith Menorah and Sheriff Benton were
standing. "Hey, don't hassle the lady. She's not the one who arrested
Silencer. You are."
Sheriff Benton said, "But if she had disputed Preacher Bertram's charges,
I would not have had to arrest him. If you could see him, it is enough to
break your heart."
Frenchy Dean looked at the sheriff in disbelief. "If we could see him.
That is a laugh. You won't let anyone see him. You will not even allow his
own family to see him. Molly cries herself to sleep every night because
you will not let her visit her brother. She feels certain that he is being
mistreated--mistreated by you."
Sheriff Benton said, "After Silencer tried to escape, you know the
magistrate ordered under no circumstance shall I allow him to have
visitors. We can't risk someone else slipping Silencer a weapon."
Because Meredith Menorah had sneaked out to Portabay Prison Island to
visit with Silencer after the magistrate ordered he be allowed no
visitors, she knew first hand the abominable conditions at the prison and
the way in which Sheriff Benton was mistreating Silencer. Meredith Menorah
looked at Sheriff Benton in total disgust. "Did the magistrate also order
you to chain him up in that dank, rat infested dungeon? Did the magistrate
order you to abuse him? You do your pretending for Silencer's father,
Baldwin Raveen, if you think he'll believe a man who will not allow him to
see his own son. You do it if you think it will protect you from his
wrath. But don't try to pretend with me. I know what you are."
Sheriff Benton smiled. "Where's Preacher Bertram? I need to speak to him."
Meredith Menorah felt as though she were about to lose control. She didn't
know what to say. She just wanted to start running and never stop.
Frenchy Dean spoke up, "He said he was going for a walk in the woods; that
he had a lot of thinking to do."
Sheriff Benton said, "Well Meredith Menorah, when he gets back from his
walk, tell him what I said."
Meredith Menorah shook her head as if to say she would. She felt a great
sense of relief as she watched Sheriff Benton leave the church. "I thought
he'd never leave."
Frenchy Dean said, "I think Baldwin Raveen is causing Sheriff Benton to
start feeling the heat. I hope Baldwin makes that man fry."
Then Frenchy looked at the stairs up to the choir loft. "I dread going up
there."
Meredith Menorah said, "There's a trap door to the attic from the choir
loft, and a side door to the balcony. Whoever was doing Preacher Bertram's
voice could be hiding in either place."
Frenchy nodded. "Yes. And there are other places. My
great-great-grandfather designed this church. When I dreamed of being an
architect, I studied his blue prints like they were maps to a hidden
treasure. Trust me, there are more places in this church where people can
hide than you can imagine."
Frenchy paused a moment, took a deep breath, and then walked toward the
stairs. He felt a twinge in his stomach as he began his climb up toward
the choir loft.
Meredith Menorah shouted, "Frenchy."
Frenchy turned and looked at her.
"Frenchy," she said softly. "When you see Silencer, tell him that I
couldn't face the accusations. Tell him that I love him. I will always
love him. But I'm a coward. I don't have his courage. I can't stand the
thought of being put through the tortures he has suffered. I want my death
to be fast and final. I can't stand the thought of having my spirit broken
by a slow agonizing death in prison. I know what I'm about to do is a
mortal sin, but God help me, I can't help myself. I feel I have no
choice."
Meredith Menorah bolted out the front door of the church. She flew down
the long stretch of steps toward the cliff. Indeed, the view from the
steps above the cliff made her feel as though she were flying. For a
moment, she felt free as a bird. She felt peaceful as a sparrow flying
just for the joy of flying.
But as she approached the periphery of the cliff, the thought of the
painful landing she would have to suffer frightened her. She slowed to a
halt near the edge of the cliff.
Frenchy stood on the stairs up to the choir loft for a moment and
considered what Meredith Menorah had said. He suddenly realized she was
talking about killing herself. He thundered down the stairs, through the
church, out the door, down the seemingly endless column of steps, and
toward Meredith Menorah and the cliff.
Meredith Menorah stood motionless on the edge of the cliff. She looked
back toward the church and saw Frenchy running toward her. Still she
looked at the church. She thought it was the most beautiful view she'd
ever seen or ever would see. While living at the church, as much as she
had learned to hate Preacher Bertram, she had learned to love the church.
At times the church seemed to possess a kind of loving spirit all of its
own. Through these last months, her love for Silencer and her love for the
church were all that kept her wanting to go on with life. Now that didn't
seem to be enough, because all that she loved--Silencer and the
church--seemed certain for destruction.
Meredith Menorah mustered up her courage to jump. But courage or no
courage, she knew jumping from the cliff could only be described as an act
of cowardice. Still she prepared herself to jump. She closed her eyes and
prayed that somehow her soul would find salvation. She took a tiny step
back way from the edge of the cliff, and she took a deep breath. As she
put her foot forward to throw herself from the cliff and toss her life
away, Frenchy Dean grabbed hold of her arm. She struggled to break away
from him.
"Don't!" he yelled at her. "There is a purpose in your life. The survival
of this church, my great-great-grandfather's church, is dependent on you
having the courage to make things right. Although it may take many, many,
years--perhaps even more than one life time--it will be possible. But it
will only be possible with your help. Please. I have very selfish reasons
for wanting you to live, but believe me, I also want you to live because I
care about you."
Meredith Menorah broke away from him. She knocked him to the ground.
"There is nothing I can do to help anyone; not Silencer, not the church,
and not you. Don't ask me for help. Ask God. He is the only one who
possesses the power."
"Meredith! Don't! Oh God." Frenchy Dean scrambled to take hold of her. He
did his best to save her from jumping and. . . .
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