London - Edward Rutherfurd [70]
Why should the bishop have chosen this deserted citadel near an isolated trading post to build his cathedral?
The reason was simple and it lay in Rome.
When the Pope had sent the missionary Augustine to the island of Britain, he had never meant him to tarry more than briefly in Canterbury. After all, why, except for the opportunity offered by the Frankish princess, should the pontiff have more than a passing interest in the peninsula of Kent? He desired to convert the whole island. And what did he know of Britain? That it had been, until unfortunately cut off, a Roman province.
“The records are clear,” the archivists told him. “It is divided into provinces, each with a capital: York in the north, Londinium in the south. Londinium is the senior.” Consequently, when Augustine and his colleagues, reporting upon the kindness of the Kentish king and on Londinium, protested that the place was empty, the response from Rome was unequivocal: “Let the king have a bishop in Canterbury. But set up York and Londinium at once.” Roman tradition must be maintained.
This was why Bishop Mellitus now stood in the deserted ruins of Londinium. In a way, it occurred to the monk, there were advantages in the situation. It was by a growing trading post, yet set apart in this ancient and majestic place that surrounded it like a vast cloister. The site, by the old temples, was impressive. The little church to be built there would be his cathedral; its patron saint had already been chosen.
It would be called St Paul’s.
The bishop stayed at Cerdic’s hall that evening. His party was small: apart from himself there were just three servants, two young priests and an elderly noble from King Ethelbert’s court. Though Cerdic was anxious to prepare a feast for him, the missionary begged him not to.
“I am a little tired,” he confessed, “and I am anxious to continue on to the King of Essex. Next month I shall return here to preach and to baptize. After that, you may prepare a feast.” He did, however, announce that the following morning, before continuing on his way, he would say a Mass at the place where the new church was to be built. Until then, Cerdic begged the bishop and his party to take over his own hall for the night, while he and his family retired to the barn.
Early in the bright, sunny morning, Bishop Mellitus led his little party to the empty city. One of the young priests took with him a flask containing wine, the other a bag containing barley bread. The nobleman from King Ethelbert’s court carried a simple wooden cross about seven feet high. At the site on the hill, they stuck the cross into the ground. There, Mellitus and his two priests prepared to say a simple Mass.
Cerdic looked around him with satisfaction. It was an intimate occasion. He and King Ethelbert’s noble would receive the bread of the communion while his family watched. He felt proud to be part of such an occasion. “I’m sure I’m the only man north of the Thames to have been baptized,” he remarked to the nobleman. In due course, when the cathedral was built and ready to be dedicated, he thought it likely that the kings of Kent and of Essex would attend with their courts. Then he, too, having helped the bishop as he built it, would have a place of honour amongst them.
Only one thing had irritated him. The night before, his two eldest sons had asked him if they could be excused from the event. “Why?” he had demanded. “We wanted to go hunting,” they casually replied. He had been furious. “You will all accompany me and behave yourselves,” he thundered. And when the boys had asked him to explain what the ceremony meant, he had been so angry that he had only shouted: “Never mind what it means. You’ll show respect to your father and the king and I’ll hear no more about it.” But glancing at them now, wearing their finest cloaks, their fair hair and young beards neatly combed, he decided that, all in all, they were a credit to him, and he approached the Mass in better humour.
The service was not unduly long. Mellitus preached a brief sermon in which he