Posts Tagged ‘The Sisters of Repentance’
I just this moment ran across a surprise caning scene in a novel — and it’s a nun getting caned, to boot! So I grabbed the book, King of the Wood, and hustled over to the computer, to share it all with you!
In the story so far, a young lady named Edith is in an abbey for education and preparation for her marriage. The Abbess, her aunt and the Mother Abbess Christina. Christina wants Edith to make the choice to stay and become a nun, despite her father’s orders that Edith is to be married and is not there to take orders. Edith, for her part, is very much on her father’s side….
“Did I or did I not, yesterday, order you to put on the veil?”
“Did I?” said Christina dangerously.
“Yes. Mother Abbess.” Edith muttered.
“And what did I say would happen to you if you persisted in arguing with me?”
Edith made herself look up again. “It will make no difference. I cannot wear the veil. Because of what my father said.”
“Because you are hard of heart, impious, unable to recognize a magnificent opportunity when it is put before you. I will give you one more chance, Edith. Go to your dorter and fetch the veil I gave you. Put it on. Then we will say no more about this foolish fit of defiance.”
Edith stared at her feet again and neither moved or answered.
“Very well, said Christina, and shot out a hand to grasp Edith’s arm. She was only in her forties, but her fingers looked as if they belonged to a woman much older. They were, however, extremely strong. “Come with me,” said Christina.
The other girls, who had drawn back, sorry for Edith but too frightened to speak in her defence, followed slowly, in an awed cluster, exchanging a few whispers. In the abbey building, they gathered at the foot of the dorter, up which Christina had dragged her victim.
They could hear it all. The most heart-rending part was they they heard the whistle of Christina’s cane for so long before Edith shrieked. They turned to scatter as their abbess stormed down again, but she saw them and and spoke sharply, calling them back. “None of you are to go to the dorter, or speak to her. She will come to the refectory, I hope, in a chastened state of mind and wearing her veil. You may speak to her then, but not to express sympathy. And those of you who are crying had better dry your tears. They’re wasted. She brought her troubles on herself.”