Sylvain Reynard - Gabriel's Redemption

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Florence, Italy

The poet pushed back from the table and looked out the window at his beloved city. Though her architecture and streets called to him, they did so with hollow voices. It was as if a great light had been extinguished, not just from the city, but from the world.

Quomodo sedet sola civitas plena populo! Facta est quasi vidua domina gentium . . .

His eyes scanned the Lamentation hed quoted only moments previous. The words of the prophet Jeremiah were woefully inadequate.

Beatrice, he whispered, his heart seizing in his chest. Even now, two years after her death, he had difficulty writing about his loss.

She would remain forever young, forever noble, forever his blessedness, and not all the poetry in the world could express his devotion to her. But for the sake of her memory and their love, he would try.

June 2011

Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania

Professor Gabriel Emerson stood in the doorway of his study, hands in his pockets, gazing on his wife with no little heat. His tall, athletic form was striking, as were his rugged features and sapphire eyes.

Hed met her when she was seventeen (ten years his junior) and fallen in love with her. Theyd been separated by time and circumstances, not least of which was his indulgent lifestyle.

Yet Heaven smiled on them. She became his graduate student in Toronto six years later and theyd rekindled their affection, marrying a year and a half after that. Almost six months into their marriage he loved her even more than before. He envied the very air she breathed.

Hed waited long enough for what he was about to do. It was possible shed need to be seduced, but Gabriel prided himself in his expertise at seduction.

The strains of Bruce Cockburns song Mango floated in the air, casting his memory back to their trip to Belize before they were married. Theyd made love outside in a variety of places, including the beach.

Julia sat at a desk, oblivious to the music and his scrutiny. She was typing on her laptop, surrounded by books, file folders, and two boxes of papers Gabriel had dutifully carried from the downstairs of what had been his parents house.

Theyd been resident in Selinsgrove a weeka respite from their busy lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Gabriel was a professor at Boston University while Julia had just finished her first year of a PhD at Harvard, under the supervision of a brilliant scholar, formerly of Oxford. Theyd fled Cambridge because their home in Harvard Square was in upheaval, as an addition to the house was under construction.

The Clark house in Selinsgrove had been renovated to accord with Gabriels exacting standards prior to their arrival. Much of the furniture left behind by Richard, Gabriels adoptive father, had been placed in storage.

Julia had chosen new furniture and curtains and persuaded Gabriel to help her paint the walls. Whereas his aesthetic ran to dark wood and rich, brown leather, Julia preferred the light colors of a seaside cottage, with whitewashed walls and furniture, accented with various shades of Santorini blue.

In the study, shed hung reproductions of paintings that were displayed in their house in Harvard SquareHenry Holidays Dante Meets Beatrice at Ponte Santa Trinita, Botticellis Primavera, and Madonna and Child with Angels by Fra Filippo Lippi. Gabriel found himself staring at the latter painting intently.

It could be said that the paintings illustrated the stages of their relationship. The first figured their meeting and Gabriels increasing obsession. The second represented Cupids arrow, striking Julia when he no longer remembered her, and also their courtship and subsequent marriage. Finally, the painting of the Madonna represented what Gabriel hoped might be.

This was the third evening Julia had spent at her desk, writing her first public lecture, which she would deliver at Oxford next month. Four days ago, theyd made love on the bedroom floor, covered in paint, before the furniture had been delivered.

(Julia had decided that body painting with Gabriel was her new favorite sport.)

With memories of their physical connection in mind, and the music increasing its tempo, Gabriels patience had come to an end. They were newlyweds. He had no intention of allowing her to ignore him for another evening.

He prowled over to her, his footfalls silent. He moved her shoulder-length hair aside, exposing her neck. The slight stubble of his unshaved face rasped against her skin, intensifying his kisses.

Come, he whispered.

Goose pimples rose on her skin. His long, thin fingers traced the arch of her neck as he waited.

My lecture isnt finished. She lifted her pretty face to look at him. I dont want to embarrass Professor Picton, especially when she invited me. Im the youngest person on the program.

You wont embarrass her. And youll have plenty of time to finish the lecture.

I need to get the house ready for your family. Theyre arriving in two days.

They arent my family. Gabriel gave her a blazing look. Theyre our family. And Ill hire a maid. Come. Bring the blanket.

Julia turned and saw a familiar-looking plaid blanket resting on the white overstuffed chair that sat under the window. She peered out into the woods that bordered the backyard. Its dark.

Ill protect you. He helped her to her feet, clasping his arms momentarily around her waist and bringing their chests together.

She felt his warmth through the thin material of her sundress, the temperature comforting and alluring.

Why do you want to visit the orchard in the dark? she teased, pulling his glasses from his face and placing them on the desk.

Gabriel fixed her with a look that would have melted snow. Then he brought his lips to her ear. I want to see your naked skin glow in the moonlight while Im inside you.

He drew part of her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it gently. He began to explore her neck, kissing and nipping as her heart rate increased.

A declaration of desire, he whispered.

Julia gave herself over to the sensations, finally becoming conscious of the music in the air. Gabriels scent, a mixture of peppermint and Aramis, filled her nostrils.

He released her, watching her the way a cat watches a mouse, as she picked up the blanket.

I suppose Guido da Montefeltro can wait. She glanced down at her notes.

Hes been dead over seven hundred years. Id say hes practiced at waiting.

Julia returned his smile, shifting the blanket so that she could take his proffered hand.

As they journeyed downstairs and across the yard, his expression grew playful.

Have you ever made love in an orchard before?

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

Then Im glad Im your first.

She tightened her grip on his hand. Youre my last, Gabriel. My only.

He quickened his pace, switching on the flashlight as they entered the woods behind the house. He led the way, navigating over roots and uneven ground.

It was June in Pennsylvania and very warm. The woods were thick and the canopy of leaves blocked much of the light from the moon and the stars. The air was alive with the evening song of birds and the sound of katydids.

Soon they were entering the clearing. Wildflowers littered the expanse of green. At the far edge of the area stood several aged apple trees. Extending back into the remains of the old orchard, the new trees that Gabriel had planted were spreading their boughs toward the sky.

As they walked to the center of the clearing, his body relaxed. Something about this space, sacred or otherwise, always soothed him.