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At the Church: Mass is cancelled
Manny walks down the street, accompanied by two nuns.
He posts a notice to the board which stands outside the church:
Manny and the nuns head towards Clonrichert Fell. This ancient hillside, a meeting-place for druids and wiccans for the last three and a half thousand years, is today witness to a curious scene. The elderly priest, reeking of cheap alcohol and furniture polish, frolics freely on the grassy slopes. The young man, cheerful of aspect but firm of demeanour, strides purposefully to the foot of the hill and sends the nuns forth, one to his left and one to his right. He passes a hand through his long, sparse hair and watches his quarry keenly. A bystander would hear snatches of instructions from the figure at the foot of the hill: "come by", "easy", "walk on". The nuns approach the older priest from the higher ground, one on each side. Just before the quarry bolts, a long firm whistle lances out from the younger man and the nuns drop to all fours, poised to move at the slightest command. The elderly priest edges downhill, and the young man smiles grimly. The outrun had been flawless, and the lift had been good enough. He'd have the priest penned before sundown.
He posts a notice to the board which stands outside the church:
Roman Catholich Church Mass this morning is cancelled. There might be Mass tonight. |
Manny and the nuns head towards Clonrichert Fell. This ancient hillside, a meeting-place for druids and wiccans for the last three and a half thousand years, is today witness to a curious scene. The elderly priest, reeking of cheap alcohol and furniture polish, frolics freely on the grassy slopes. The young man, cheerful of aspect but firm of demeanour, strides purposefully to the foot of the hill and sends the nuns forth, one to his left and one to his right. He passes a hand through his long, sparse hair and watches his quarry keenly. A bystander would hear snatches of instructions from the figure at the foot of the hill: "come by", "easy", "walk on". The nuns approach the older priest from the higher ground, one on each side. Just before the quarry bolts, a long firm whistle lances out from the younger man and the nuns drop to all fours, poised to move at the slightest command. The elderly priest edges downhill, and the young man smiles grimly. The outrun had been flawless, and the lift had been good enough. He'd have the priest penned before sundown.
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