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understand my love because it is the only thing I have that is really mine, the
only thing that I will be able to take with me into the next life. Please allow
it to be courageous and pure; please make it capable of surviving the snares of
the world.
The organ stopped, and the sun went into hiding behind the mountains as if both
were ruled by the same Hand. The music had been his prayer, and his prayer had
been heard. I opened my eyes and found the church in complete darkness, except
for the solitary candle that illuminated the image of the Virgin.
I heard his footsteps again, returning to where I sat. The light of that single
candle gleamed on my tears, and my smile a smile that wasn't perhaps as
beautiful as the Virgins showed that my heart was alive.
He looked at me, and I at him. My hand reached out for his and found it. Now it
was his heart that was beating faster I could almost hear it in the silence.
But my soul was serene, and my heart at peace.
I held his hand, and he embraced me. We stood there at the feet of the Virgin
for I don't know how long. Time had stopped.
She looked down at us. The adolescent girl who had said "yes" to her destiny.
The woman who had agreed to carry the son of God in Her womb and the love of God
in Her heart. She understood.
I didn't want to ask for anything. That afternoon in the church had made the
entire journey worthwhile. Those four days with him had made up for an entire
year in which so little had happened.
We left the church hand in hand and walked back toward our room. My head was
spinning seminary, Great Mother, the meeting he had later that night.
I realized then that we both wanted to unite our souls under one destiny but the
seminary and Zaragoza stood in the way. My heart felt squeezed. I looked around
at the medieval homes and the well where we had sat the previous night. I
recalled the silence and the sadness of the Other, the woman I had once been.
God, I am trying to recover my faith. Please don't abandon me in the middle of
this adventure, I prayed, pushing my fears aside.
He slept a little, but I stayed awake, looking out the darkened window. Later,
we got up and dined with the family they never spoke at the table. He asked for
a key to the house.
"We'll be home late tonight," he said to the woman.
"Young people should enjoy themselves," she answered, "and take advantage of the
holidays as best they can."
"I have to ask you something," I said, when we were back in the car. "I've been
trying to avoid it, but I have to ask."
"The seminary," he said.
That's right. I don't understand. Even though it's no longer important, I
thought.
"I have always loved you," he began. "I kept the medal, thinking that someday I
would give it to you and that I'd have the courage to tell you that I love you.
Every road I traveled led back to you. I wrote the letters to you and opened
every letter of yours afraid that you would tell me you had found someone.
"Then I was called to the spiritual life. Or rather, I accepted the call,
because it had been with me since childhood just as it was for you. I discovered
that God was extremely important to my life and that I couldn't be happy if I
didn't accept my vocation. The face of Christ was there in the face of every
poor soul I met on my travels, and I couldn't deny it."
He paused, and I decided not to push him.
Twenty minutes later, he stopped the car and we got out.
"This is Lourdes," he said. "You should see it during the summer."
What I saw now were deserted streets, closed shops, and hotels with bars across
their entrances.
"Six million people come here in the summer," he went on enthusiastically.
"It looks like a ghost town to me."
We crossed a bridge and arrived at an enormous iron gate with angels on either
side. One side of the gate was standing open, and we passed through it.
"Go on with what you were saying," I said, in spite of my decision not to pursue
it. "Tell me about the face of Christ on the people you met."
I could see that he didn't want to continue the conversation. Perhaps this
wasn't the right time or place. But having begun, he had to complete it.
We were walking down a broad avenue, bordered on both sides by snow-covered
fields. At its end, I could see the silhouette of a cathedral.
"Go on," I repeated.
"You already know. I entered the seminary. During the first year, I asked that
God help me to transform my love for you into a love for all people. In the
second year, I sensed that God had heard me. By the third year, even though my
longing for you was still strong, I became certain that my love was turning
toward charity, prayer, and helping the needy."
"Then why did you seek me out? Why rekindle the flame in me? Why did you tell me
about the exercise of the Other and force me to see how shallow my life is?" I
sounded confused and tremulous. From one minute to the next, I could see him
drawing closer to the seminary and further from me. "Why did you come back? Why
wait until today to tell me this story, when you can see that I am beginning to
love you?"
He did not answer immediately. Then he said, "You'll think it's stupid."
"I won't. I'm not worried anymore about seeming ridiculous. You've taught me
that."
"Two months ago, my superior asked me to accompany him to the house of a woman
who had died and left all her wealth to the seminary. She lived in Saint-Savin,
and my superior had to prepare an inventory of what was there."
We were approaching the cathedral at the end of the avenue. My intuition told me
that as soon as we reached it, any conversation we were having would be
interrupted.
"Don't stop," I said. "I deserve an explanation."
"I remember the moment I stepped into that house. The windows looked out on the
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