"I think it speaks well of your character that you're prepared to have your marriage solemnised before God, but if you are not a Christian then I cannot perform the ceremony. And nor can I allow any of the priests in the Church of England to perform it in my stead."
"Yeah. No, that makes sense, actually."
At least he's being reasonable about that. No frothing denouncements or the like.
He frowns in puzzlement. "Then why did you ask me?"
"Because my fiancée is a Christian, and a Church of England vicar would be a compromise between her denomination and my.. own preferences."
I suppose a priest of her denomination should suffice, then.
"You could accept baptism yourself. That would remove the obstacle."
"Yes, but I don't believe in God. I like the Anglican Church. I believe that Christianity has been a good and civilising influence on the world. I even met a demon once, and it was revolting. But when you get right down to it I'm not a man of faith and I have yet to see definitive evidence of God's presence in the world, so… Getting a baptism would involve lying about converting."
Which isn't the best start to have with a deity.
He nods, frowning faintly. "Which denomination does she belong to? They might be willing to modify their ceremony to accommodate you."
"She's a Mormon. Her whole tribe-."
So... that's a no, I guess?
He shakes his head. "Mormons aren't Christians."
"Are you-?" Heh. "Sorry, I just realised I was about to ask the Archbishop of Canterbury if he was sure what a Christian is. But… They sound fairly Christian? I'm not sure why you're making the distinction."
I mean, it could have been worse. Her tribe could have been
scientologists or something.
"The Old Testament is essentially the Jewish Torah. That doesn't make Christians Jewish, or Jews Christians. There is overlap of course, but the Mormons have altered both the beliefs essential to Christianity and the books of their version of the Bible too much to still be considered part of Christianity."
Ironically, the question of 'are we still Jews or not?' was a big point of contention back in the
early days. Among other things like the exact ratio of human to divine in Jesus' nature...
"Oh. Ah, alright. Well." I lean forwards, about to rise from my chair. "Thank you for your time. Oh, just.. one thing. What's the Church's view on magic?"
"Magic?" He sounds sceptical.
"Yes, magic. As I said, I've encountered a demon, as well as various.. strange phenomena. And pre-War America was experimenting with psychic abilities."
And, well... Things happen in the wasteland that cannot be explained by science, sometimes.
"That's not a question I've spent a great deal of time considering." He thinks for a moment as I sit back. "Attempting to communicate with demons is forbidden, for obvious reasons. Demons exist to tempt men to sin against God. Bargaining with them for any reason is completely incompatible with Christian morality. Similarly, there are no gods but God, if you'll forgive the Mohammadian phrasing. Attempting to communicate with 'spirits' is also forbidden, because they don't exist and the person doing it would either simply be wasting their time or in reality be communicating with a demon. As for things which are merely strange, well." He gestures to himself with his right hand. "I don't believe that Adam ever looked like this. And I haven't ever encountered 'psychic' phenomena that weren't simply confidence tricks."
A surprisingly reasonable approach to matters. But...
I reach out with my right hand and telekinetically pull a book off his bookshelf.
"Ah." He blinks four times in rapid succession, his mouth opening slightly and then closing again. "Lord Harold didn't mention that."
...Sometimes, you simply haven't seen
everything.
I shrug as I return the book. "I didn't tell him."
"Is this ability natural to you?"
That's actually a reasonable question too. I suppose the answer decides how he rules on the matter.
I-. I don't nod. "It's induced. There's a machine they built before the war, based on alien technology."
"But it's part of your body now."
Wonder if it works on Ardens. Honestly, surprised Krono hasn't been more outgoing about the spreading of psionics.
"Yes."
"And it's purely physical?"
"As far as I understand it, yes."
Since science still has a long way to go before it understands it completely.
He smiles faintly. "Then that's perfectly alright. Performing magic by using demons is a sin because it involves negotiating with demons, not because it lets you do something that men can't normally do. That doctrine comes from the early Church, when they had no way of distinguishing between 'magic' and chemistry, or other profane methods. Would you like me to put that in writing?"
Well, that'll make one heck of a souvenir, if nothing else.
Would I?
"You know what? Yes. I'll frame it and put it on the wall as a conversation starter."
A nice little bonus for the trip.
"In that case, perhaps I could make something a little more artistic." His smile broadens. "How long will you be in Britain?"
"A few days more, unless my tribe needs me to return sooner. Lord Harold has asked me to help with tracking the whale pods, and the rest of the… Gentry?" He nods. "Are discussing how to handle foreign ambassadors. I'm told that there's a chance I might even get to meet Her Majesty."
To be fair, when your nearest neighbour hates your guts and wants you all dead, diplomacy gets a bit rusty.
"Yes." His smile fades slightly. "I suppose that would be appropriate. I will draft a Bull which lays out the theological case fully, with references to the writings of the founders of the Church and its greatest theologians. It should be an interesting challenge."
"Is there.. a problem? With the Queen?"
Hopefully not one that would require her abdication. That would raise all manner of legal issues, I suspect.
"The Queen…" He sighs. "I was one of the first people in Britain to change, like this." He briefly glances at a wall-mounted mirror. "I was working in London when the first missiles fell. I believed that it was the death knell of civilisation on Earth and I wanted to serve God and my community once more before the end, ministering to the sick and dying. When my hair fell out I assumed that I had radiation sickness and would soon be meeting my Creator. Instead, I kept going. When it became clear that the radiation wouldn't kill me, I went out into the most radioactive parts of the city to see if there was anyone I could rescue whom the emergency services couldn't reach. It was a grim time."
A damn fine man. He certainly earned whatever reward he gets...
He frowns faintly at the recollection. "What disturbed me most was not the dead and dying, or the… People who looked like me but still possessed their wits. There were…"
"Ferals."
Sounds like a bad time.
"Ferals?" He thinks for a moment. "That's not a bad name for them, I suppose."
"It's what they're called in America. Ardens who have lost their minds, either due to brain damage or due to their… Situation."
A process that's more or less irreversible, I guess. I doubt anyone's tried to give them therapy, though...
"I thought that there were in shock. They followed me willingly enough. It wasn't until we reached the aid station that… Their bestial nature revealed itself. You won't hear many of the Gentry making mention of them today."
I nod. "As I understand it, you've got an ardens aristocracy."
Ah. I can guess their response to the matter, yes...
"Our pre-War leaders still remember when Britain was a nation. Outside of Cornwall, there haven't been any efforts to create new countries, but they're the people most strongly motivated to bring us all together. Our pre-War scientists are the best educated people in the nation." He shrugs. "Trinity College isn't what it was. And a soldier with two hundred years of experience is a very good soldier."
Heh. Beware the old man in a profession where most die young, eh?
"And the mental decay?"
"Some… Some start to show the signs. I think that's why they haven't tried incorporating the Church into their organisation directly. I assign Chaplains to make themselves available to any who need counselling. None of them want to admit to needing their help to keep going. None of them want to put someone with blackmail material in position to be their rival rather than their priest."
Well, that's a bit of a downer.
I nod. "Jolly decent of you."
"But the Queen…" He sighs. "She changed late. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I had already been sent to Canterbury to take control of what was left of the Church, and I've only spoken to her in person a few times since them. Mostly she was entirely lucid, but… Sometimes…"
Ooh, sounds
awkward.
"I… See. My abilities extend to probing minds. I usually don't look deeply, but if it's for her health, then…"
He nods emphatically. "Please do. She is a good monarch and a good woman and no one deserves to have that happen to them."
Well,
that's a heck of a sidequest.