✞[ IV. ]✞ Station of the Cross
[ † ] At exactly 6 P.M. the deep peal of Angelus church bells can be heard ringing from St. Peter's throughout Discedo in a triple stroke repeated three times in the tradition of a triple Hail Mary, pausing between each set of three..Until finally the tolling is drawn out for an elongated vibration, and then eventually settles into silence once more.
Inside the church, a single white candle is lit upon the altar, the Priest standing not too far off in the distance. He seems to be holding himself up rather well despite the flurry of activity that had been going on outside the last few days, closing his eyes peacefully before the monumental Cross and stepping down to genuflect before it.
As he comes to stand once again he begins to recite the Angelus prayer in flowing Latin. As he has no congregation the good Father simply repeats the words back where they are needed, standing before the lectern with seemingly no expectations for a following even in the celebration of the Annunciation of the Lord. [ † ]
Ángelus Dómini nuntiávit Maríæ.
Et concépit de Spíritu Sancto.
Ave, María...
Ecce ancílla Dómini.
Fiat mihi secúndum verbum tuum.
Ave, María...
Et Verbum caro factum est.
Et habitávit in nobis.
Ave, María...
Ora pro nobis, sancta Dei génetrix.
Ut digni efficiámur promissiónibus Christi.
Orémus.
Grátiam tuam, quæsumus,
Dómine, méntibus nostris infúnde;
ut qui, Ángelo nuntiánte,
Christi Fílii tui incarnatiónem cognóvimus,
per passiónem eius et crucem,
ad resurrectiónis glóriam perducámur.
Per eúndem Christum Dóminum nostrum. Amen.
Glória Patri...
[ † ] He steps down, turns, and heads towards Maxwell's bedroom door, giving it a light tap of his knuckles. Brows crinkle anxiously, and his voice cracks a little, a small bout of coughing stifled by a personal cloth he'd kept in his pocket. [ † ]
Maxwell...Ah need tae talk tae ye. E-e..t's important.
Inside the church, a single white candle is lit upon the altar, the Priest standing not too far off in the distance. He seems to be holding himself up rather well despite the flurry of activity that had been going on outside the last few days, closing his eyes peacefully before the monumental Cross and stepping down to genuflect before it.
As he comes to stand once again he begins to recite the Angelus prayer in flowing Latin. As he has no congregation the good Father simply repeats the words back where they are needed, standing before the lectern with seemingly no expectations for a following even in the celebration of the Annunciation of the Lord. [ † ]
Ángelus Dómini nuntiávit Maríæ.
Et concépit de Spíritu Sancto.
Ave, María...
Ecce ancílla Dómini.
Fiat mihi secúndum verbum tuum.
Ave, María...
Et Verbum caro factum est.
Et habitávit in nobis.
Ave, María...
Ora pro nobis, sancta Dei génetrix.
Ut digni efficiámur promissiónibus Christi.
Orémus.
Grátiam tuam, quæsumus,
Dómine, méntibus nostris infúnde;
ut qui, Ángelo nuntiánte,
Christi Fílii tui incarnatiónem cognóvimus,
per passiónem eius et crucem,
ad resurrectiónis glóriam perducámur.
Per eúndem Christum Dóminum nostrum. Amen.
Glória Patri...
[ † ] He steps down, turns, and heads towards Maxwell's bedroom door, giving it a light tap of his knuckles. Brows crinkle anxiously, and his voice cracks a little, a small bout of coughing stifled by a personal cloth he'd kept in his pocket. [ † ]
Maxwell...Ah need tae talk tae ye. E-e..t's important.