the perks of being so close to the Lit and His. You get to prowl the shelves. I think I’m the second person to take it out in 150 years.”
“Have you found other interesting books there?”
“Some, most equally obscure. When I first arrived I’d check out books of old sermons, in the hopes some of my parishioners would be impressed but no one seemed to notice, so I stopped.” He laughed. “This though is quite useful. Has strategies for crossing the river in winter.”
“The ice canoe race? There must be easier pastimes.”
“Are you kidding? Canoeing across a frozen river is a breeze compared to what I normally do.”
Now Gamache shifted in the hard pew so that he was facing Tom Hancock. “That difficult?”
The young man grew somber. “At times.”
“Have you heard of a Father Chiniquy?”
Tom Hancock thought then shook his head. “Who is he?”
“Was. He lived more than a hundred years ago. A famous Catholic priest who quit the church and joined the Presbyterians.”
“Really? Chiniquy?” He thought about the name then shook his head. “Sorry. I should probably know who he was, but I’m not from here.”
“Not to worry, not many know him now. I’d never heard of him.”
“Is he important to the case?”
“I can’t see how he can be, and yet his name’s come up in Augustin Renaud’s journal. Renaud seems to have bought a few of Chiniquy’s books at the Lit and His sale.”
The Reverend Mr. Hancock grimaced. “That sale haunts us.”
“Were you in favor of it?”
“It seemed obvious. The place was in disrepair, it was a question of losing a few unused books to save the many. It should have been an easy decision.”
Gamache nodded.
That was often the equation, give up the few to save the many. From a distance it seemed so simple, so clear. And yet, from a distance you might see the big picture, but not the whole picture, you missed the details. Not everything was seen, from a distance.
“Did the opposition surprise you?” Gamache asked.
Tom Hancock hesitated. “I was disappointed more than surprised. The English community is shrinking, but it needn’t die out. It’s on the cusp. It could go either way. It’s crucial right now to keep the institutions alive. They’re the anchors of any community.” He hesitated a moment, not happy with his choice of words. “No, not the anchors. The harbors. The places people go and know they’re safe.”
Safe, thought Gamache. How primal that was, how powerful. What would people do to preserve a safe harbor? They’d do what they’d done for centuries. What the French had done to save Québec, what the English had done to take it. What countries do to protect their borders, what individuals do to protect their homes.
They kill. To feel safe. It almost never worked.
But Tom Hancock was speaking again. “It’s vital to hear your own language, to see it written, to see it valued. That’s one of the reasons I was so glad to be asked to sit on the Literary and Historical Society board. To try to save the institution.”
“Do they share your concern?”
“Oh yes, they all know how precarious it is. The debate is really how best to keep the institutions going. The Lit and His, the Anglican cathedral, this church, the high school and nursing home. The CBC. The newspaper. They’re all threatened.”
The young minister turned earnest eyes on Gamache. Not the burning eyes of a zealot, not Renaud or Champlain or Chiniquy eyes, but the eyes of someone with a calling greater than himself. A simple desire to help.
“Everyone’s sincere, it’s just a question of strategy. Some think the enemy is change, some think change is what will save them, but they all know their backs are to the cliff.”
“The Plains of Abraham, replayed?”
“No, not replayed. It never ended. The English only won the first skirmish, but the French have won the war. The long-range plan.”
“Attrition?” asked Gamache. “Revenge of the cradle?”
It was a familiar argument, and a familiar strategy. The Catholic Church and politicians for generations demanded the Québécois have huge families to populate the huge territory, to squeeze the more modest Anglos out.
But finally it wasn’t simply the size of the French population that did the English in, but their own hubris. Their refusal to share power, wealth, influence with the French majority.
If their backs were to the cliff it was an abyss of their own making and an enemy they’d created.
“If the English community is going to survive,” said Tom Hancock, “it’s going to have to