English Heritage: Time cops
‘Freeze: we’re the Heritage Police!’ The Abbot was perplexed. He had read about this: it was the stuff of Legend amongst the hierarchy of the church. He hadn’t expected to come across it himself. Earlier on he had just finished mid-afternoon prayers and had been walking through the dimly lit aisle. He looked at the shrine of saint Cuthbert. A noise broke his peaceful contemplation. He walked towards the source of the commotion. ‘Silence, this is the house of God!’ thundered Brother Matthews. ‘Help me, Help me! The Devil himself has visited me, I’m cursed! Cursed I tell ye! Help , Help me!’ the insane babbling ended in a strangled cry. The Abbot decided to intervene. ‘I hear a troubled Soul entering the house of God,’ boomed the Abbot, a touch ostentatious he thought to himself but the Peasants seemed to like it, ‘Come Hither for Salvation!’ ‘Help me lord for I have been cursed! Save me Lord!’ whimpered the Peasant. ‘Hush my child. Let me look into your eyes! Cast...