âSometimes I think I sold my soul, so that I could live as I must. Oh, I donât mean without morals or conscience â I only mean with freedom to think the thoughts that come, to send them where I want them to go, not to let them run along tracks someone else set, leading only this way or that âŚâ Frowning, she ran her thumb along the serpentâs spine and said, âIâve never said this before, not to anyone, though Iâve meant to: but yes, Iâve sold my soul, though Iâm afraid it didnât fetch too high a price. I had faith, the sort I think you might be born with, but Iâve seen what it does and I traded it in. Itâs a sort of blindness, or a choice to be mad â to turn your back on everything new and wonderful â not to see that thereâs no fewer miracles in the microscope than in the gospels!â
âYou think â you really think â that it is one or the other: your faith or your reason?â
âNot only my reason â thereâs not enough of that to set against my soul! â but my liberty. And sometimes Iâm afraid Iâll be punished for it, but I know punishment, Iâve learned how to stand it âŚâ He didnât understand, and was afraid to ask â but then Joanna came in and stood in the nave while behind her the bell-ringers tugged at their ropes and the bells sounded faintly indoors.
Sarah Perry, The Essex Serpent

















