faith, is the faith
for a man to believe in. So I believe in the Christian God, and in
Wilfrid His Bishop, and in the Church that Wilfrid rules. You have been
baptized once by the King's orders. I shall not have you baptized again;
but if I find any more old women being sent to Wotan, or any girls
dancing on the sly before Balder, or any men talking about Thun or Lok
or the rest, I will teach you with my own hands how to keep faith with
the Christian God. Go out quietly; you'll find a couple of beefs on the
beach." Then of course they shouted "Hurrah!" which meant "Thor help
us!" and--I think you laughed, sir?'

'I think you remember it all too well,' said the Archbishop, smiling.
'It was a joyful day for me. I had learned a great deal on that rock
where Padda found us. Yes--yess! One should deal kindly with all the
creatures of God, and gently with their masters. But one learns late.'

He rose, and his gold-embroidered sleeves rustled thickly.

The organ cracked and took deep breaths.

'Wait a minute,' Dan whispered. 'She's going to do the trumpety one. It
takes all the wind you can pump. It's in Latin, sir.'

'There is no other tongue,' the Archbishop answered.

'It's not a real hymn,' Una explained. 'She does it as a treat after her
exercises. She isn't a real organist, you know. She just comes down here
sometimes, from the Albert Hall.'

'Oh, what a miracle of a voice!' said the Archbishop.

It rang out suddenly from a dark arch of lonely noises--every word
spoken to the very end:

'Dies Irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.'
The Archbishop caught his breath and moved forward. The music carried on
by itself a while.

'Now it's calling all the light out of the windows,' Una whispered to
Dan.

'I think it's more like a horse neighing in battle,' he whispered back.
The voice continued:

'Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchre regionum.'

Deeper and deeper the organ dived down, but far below its deepest note
they heard Puck's voice joining in the last line:

'Coget omnes ante thronum.'

As they looked in wonder, for it sounded like the dull jar of one of the
very pillars shifting, the little fellow turned and went out through the
south door.

'Now's the sorrowful part, but it's very beautiful.' Una found herself
speaking to the empty chair in front of her.

'What are you doing that for?' Dan said behind her. 'You spoke so
politely too