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Updated: May 24, 2025
The orange-red glow of the sun encompassed him with fiery rings, as though it would fain consume his thin, black-garmented form after the fashion in which flames consumed the martyrs of old, the worn figures of mediaeval saints in their half-broken niches stared down upon him stonily, as though they would have said, "So we thought, even we! -and for our thoughts and for our creed we suffered willingly, yet lo, we have come upon an age of the world in which the people know us not, or knowing, laugh us all to scorn."
Making an effort to overcome the sick giddiness that confused his brain, he looked up, a bright lamp flared in his eyes, contrasting so dazzlingly with the surrounding gloom that for a moment he was half-blinded by its brilliancy, but presently steadying his gaze he was able to discern the dark outline of a tall, black-garmented figure standing beside him, the figure of an old man, whose severe and dignified aspect at first reminded him somewhat of the prophet Khosrul.
To a mournful dirge on the pipes, Ashiel was laid in his rocky grave, and the throng of black-garmented people was ferried back the way it had come. Gimblet, wrapped to the ears in a thick overcoat, and with a silk scarf wound high round his neck, shivered in the cold air, for the wind had veered to the north, and the first breath of the Arctic winter was already carried on it.
At the noise of a stranger's entrance, the criminal raised himself from the sunken attitude into which he had fallen on his stone bench, and watched, by the light of the dim lamp set in the wall, the approach of his tall, gaunt, black-garmented visitor with evident horror and fear.
He pretended not to see the curious eyes that stared at him, or the sneering mouths that smiled at the open slight he had received. Pushing his way through the crowd, he jostled against the thin black-garmented figure of a priest, no other than Monsignor Del Fortis, who, with an affable word of recognition, drew aside to allow him passage.
His quick glance soon espied what he had been almost certain he should see, namely, the straight black-garmented figure of a priest, walking slowly along the street on the opposite side, his hands clasped behind his back, and his whole aspect indicative of devout meditation. "I thought so!" said Aubrey to himself. "A spy set on already!
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