Interlude at the Church - Tom, Cecil
The sexton held the door long enough for Tom to follow him out the back, wading through a chaos of cow parsley. "Girls? Flighty little temptresses, don't you trust 'em any. If that Goodie Wescott weren't up to some mischief herself, belike that Polly was leading a young man on, thinking to give him up to the Devil or who-'ave-ye up there in the Wood. Only he got fed up when she said yes and yes then of a sudden 'no', and staved 'er head in for her, and now is pretending like it never 'appened."
Tom felt he was being suspected but not blamed for this behaviour, should he want to confess to some outrageous assault and butchery in sordid detail. "Only it was near enough the Wood that the place took notice and gave us animals, right? Then something changed, an' this afternoon we 'ave none. Must be Goodie Westcott or him who did it fixed things, or else set us up for worse."
"That old woman, they can't prove it, but Sam Smith reckons she's cursed his wife," the sexton vouchsafed, drawing up a bucket of water from the stream. "Thinks they're too closely related and don't ought to have children, he says, though they're only cousins at that. So she says she's giving Anne good herbs whilst she's in calf, and yon female looks better, but then the baby comes an' it lives two weeks and dies, if it gets there at all. Old besom's been telling his wife she ought to cut loose and go fornicatin' with the neighbours an' suchlike evils. Ain't right, that kind o' meddlin'."
"Wouldn't be surprised if it was 'er and some friends all messing with your hives - if the bees don't thrive after, take you some of the comb and simmer it in a pan with an iron nail, that'll sort her out." Mr. Carpenter laboured his way back up to the cottage amongst the tree shade and the distant clamour of rooks, but simply cut through the garden past his tools and headed into the churchyard.
Hand on the gate, he stopped dead as he spotted something beside the church. "Here," he said to Tom with a certain tremor of panic, looking from the lad beside him to the one standing calmly near the church wall, now watching them, "-that's you."
[[SAN check, please, because as far as Tom can tell besides already being himself, it is.]]