The Relic (34 page)
Authors: Evelyn Anthony
âI suffered, but I survived. I've witnessed cruelty and wickedness, but I've also seen courage, nobility, and love.' He paused and sought out Lucy in the crowd. Her blue eyes were fixed upon him. He raised his voice.
âIn Europe the people have torn down the prison walls and cast off their chains. Just as we must do now.'
Volkov felt the silence. No one moved. They had gambled and lost.
âMy experience is living proof of the folly of violence. Violence achieves nothing. It degrades us, if we have any part in it. It is self-defeating because the human spirit cannot be crushed for ever.
âFor myself I forgive the past. I want to serve my people, if they'll have me. I want to devote my life to the cause of liberty, of every man's right to speak his mind and to live without fear. I have no political ambitions. I belong to no organization. I have no supporters. Only my wife, to help me. I am home and I look with hope to the future. But first, I have brought something with me that belongs to the Ukraine.'
If only I had a gun, Viktor Rakovsky thought, I'd kill him now â¦
He heard Volkov clear his throat, and give a little cough.
âBut what I have brought home doesn't just belong to the Ukraine. It belongs to Russia and to all the Russian people.' He looked straight at Viktor. âIf the President of our Parliament will escort us we'd like to go now to the Cathedral of St Sophia.'
Someone started to clap. Soon they were all applauding. Rakovsky came face to face with him for a moment. âI misjudged you, Volkov,' he said to himself. âYou are a patriot.' Then he stepped back into the crowd and walked away.
It was over. The media had departed. The demonstration organized by the Ukrainian nationalist party had dispersed with a feeling of anti-climax. St Sophia's Cathedral had emptied, the arc lights were dismantled, the commentators were gone; the Patriarch had made a speech and announced plans for a Mass of thanksgiving.
The Volkovs had retreated to a hotel suite provided for them. They refused all invitations for the evening.
St Vladimir's Cross glowed red inside its shrine above the high altar. People of all ages started coming in little groups to stare up at it.
Many stayed to pray.
Acknowlegments
With grateful thanks to Denys Simmons and John Pither for all their invaluable help.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 1991 by Anthony Enterprises Ltd
Cover design by Mauricio Diaz
ISBN: 978-1-5040-3260-5
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