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.” He smiled and nodded.After the boy went into his room, I paused.Still holding the candle I went to the front door and bolted it.I did not stop to look at the rose window.* * * * *The next day, just to be on the safe side, I performed every blessing and banishment that I’ve ever been taught, hoping that divine power might cleanse the rose window and the sanctuary itself.These protective rituals and prayers would surely protect us from any evil that might have been present the night before.The rest of the afternoon I spent caring for Makkis Hiddle, who had taken ill a few miles down the road.My position as loremaster made me also the most knowledgeable healer in the tiny community.In any event, I did not return until well after dark.Like the previous night, the wind blew from the north and made my trip cold and unpleasant.I unhitched the team and put them in their stalls in the barn behind the east end of the church.They seemed uneasy and stamped and snorted until I calmed them with an apple that I had been saving for myself.As I walked to the front door, I rounded the north side of the building and looked up.As I watched, a shadow moved across the colored panes of the rose window.It was big-big enough to be a person.My first thought was of Pheslan.Had he climbed up there somehow? I ran into the sanctuary, but all was still.I could see nothing unusual at the window.The room was lit by a lamp on the altar.Pheslan knew that I would arrive late, and left it for me, as he always did.I knew, too, that I would find some food and wine left waiting for me on the table.I smiled at the thought, and sighed.I was making a fool of myself with all this nonsense.I ate quickly and went to bed.That night I awoke, startled.The scraping noise was back.It sounded a little like a dog scratching at the door of his master’s house, hoping to get in-a big dog.I lit my bedside lamp with a flame from the coals in the brazier that attempted in vain to keep the chill from my room.When I opened my door, I could see that the door to Pheslan’s room was already open.I looked in to find it empty.The boy had obviously risen-perhaps awakened by the noise as well?Then I heard the scream.I ran into the sanctuary, the flame of my lamp almost going out asit passed through the cold air.I looked frantically about.“Pheslan?” I called out.My voice was swallowed by the dark emptiness of the room.How had I grown so afraid of my own sanctuary? “Pheslan, boy-where are you?” No answer came.My eyes were drawn to the rose window.Dark shapes seemed to move across its surface.Was that light playing against the facets? (How long could I tell myself that?)I longed for a closer look at the window, but there was no way for me to climb to that height without a ladder, and that would be difficult in the dark.I called out again for Pheslan.I went outside and checked the barn.The horses and wagon were still there.I checked all around the outside of the building, still calling for my young friend.“Pheslan!”By the time I had searched the inside of the church again, the light of dawn was evident, and I blew out my lamp.I knew what I had to do.I returned to the barn and got the ladder.I maneuvered it into the church, despite its weight and size and set it below the rose window.I do not know exactly what I thought I would find up there, but I grabbed a heavy candlestick from the altar and held it tightly in my grip.Taking a deep breath, I began to climb.When I reached the top, I held on to the top rung of the ladder with one hand, and gripped the candlestick in the other like a weapon.I peered through the window.I had no idea what I was seeing.I gazed through the rose window and beheld some other place-this was not the churchyard.Instead I saw some infernal realm of shadows and slime-covered things that slithered over a blasted and dreadful landscape.Something flitted across the sky on batlike wings that seemed to leave a trail of greasy residue behind the creature.This window did not look outside.Or rather it did-but not the outside, the Outside.My eyes now saw beyond the veil of our world.My mind was besieged by the knowledge that there were places on the other side of the rose window, and they were terrible.The things in those places, I also knew, wanted to get to the inside-to our world.Gods! I knew all at once that this window was a thing of evil.No longer (or was it ever?) a fine piece of some glazier’s workmanship, no longer bits of blue-green stained glass cleverly pieced together.The rose window was a sorcerous, corrupted thing.It gave me a view no man should ever see.But what else did it give? Was it some kind of portal, or doorway?I raised the candlestick, my eyes tearing with fear and hatred.I was going to smash the window-shatter it and its evil, to erase the loathsome view that it provided
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