I wasn't entirely awake, but I wasn't asleep either. I had no control over it and wanted none. My breath went in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. A curious floating sensation enveloped me, a warm peacefulness. But then, slowly, I felt an energy rise from my body, from the base of my spine to the top of my head. Giordino stepped to the ground and Pitt made the introductions.įor the first few minutes not much happened. They sauntered away as if nothing had been said. Wait, wait, said Redman,don't we need some witnesses here? Who did this? There were a few casual shrugs, but most of them played deaf. As for the Other: that had left its vat, gone into hiding in the earth where the cellars were darkest. Not that Yulian believed that to be absolutely necessary: it was a precaution, that's all. Down where he belonged, with Viad standing guard on the door. And where wasUncle George now? He was down in the vaults with his wife, Anne, that's where. There was a dull ache there now, but that was all. The youth smiled a slow smile and gently touched his shoulder. George Lake had been the only real obstacle, but even that had been an accidental encounter, when Yulian wasn't quite ready for him. The Stations of the Cross, small, in deep relief in plaster, were still fixed between the stained-glass windows, making the usual circuit of the church, and the altar was gone from its deep arched niche-and there stood instead a giant Crucified Christ. My footsteps echoed throughout the chapel.
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