THE FIRST TONGUE
ing old stone building that smelled of mold and tobacco. He wore spectacles thick enough to distort his eyes, and when Eli
t speak
t r
re
w: a baker who saw Thorne bless a man then bury him in the same hour. A mother whose child bled from
, darker th
his voice was cold. "Thes
Elias said. "The
eplied, tapping the page. "A
face pale but firm. "Th
e's gaze ling
arecrow. Blood carved with scripture. Jonas, in
his fingers
n s
nd my men to Raven Ho
said. "You
arrowed his eyes
he'll vanish. Or worse
-
dmere guards, each carrying crossbows and sabers. Elias walked
ind in a covered carria
y reached th
g had
silence
No cricket
of boots on b
near the border of Raven Hol
en, pointing to the we
erged from his ca
ell w
e d
g glistened
peered
scre
eyes sta
. Lif
en, faces twisted in terr
was ful
guard whispered,
d away, fis
eren't
were
-
en Hollow just b
s too
king. Just rows of dark houses and a church that
d. "Where i
g," Clara mutt
hing homes. One returned min
mpty. Beds made. Tabl
We found food still warm. B
r creeping in. "He
pered, "He
his men. "Sea
-
ed the squ
rs of the chu
burned
entere
tar gleaming. But the air was thick, heavy-li
d onto the dais and pull
ecoi
tead of holy re
them. Pile
ed. Some stil
ifix above th
against
and from inside
. Fra
ned away,
didn't
shattered pieces,
ng had
the confes
ly blackened floor remained, b
less. T
ootsteps b
ar
te's voice: "This
said. "It's
-
doors sla
of t
dows da
dles bl
silence.
oed through
alm. F
trangers into
s tu
he baptismal font, his rob
raised th
dn't
ward. "You are under investigation for murder,
only
"You speak of murd
raised h
alls bega
-
ped from
cracks, soaked the floor, p
ards s
ired
Thorne in
't even
rom his flesh slowly
church
and flame. The walls shook. Pews flew backwa
instantly, shrieking
ers ope
el
oor, long and clawed. It rose up lik
, they wer
ran to
she s
doors we
y s
d. "This is
e lau
his is
-
hall, through the vest
s follo
adow-h
t passage Jonas had shown them. The torch
spot where Jonas
em
emained. Blac
dead," Cla
said. "He's
they
unbu
room beyond
s of candles, bu
inst walls, each stitched at the
men. Ch
the same words
th shal
steppe
re not
bodies turn
bed her ha
-
h the rusted grate
above sti
all-dozens, maybe hundreds.
ll to he
't-I c
eside her. "W
't figh
But we can destr
letters from
ut the last o
't read
g hands, he
ga
ed in. "Wh
whispered. "She
-
wasn't a confessio
rit
vic
e unb
from beyond the Eastern marshes, carrying
s no
a col
ions not to abso
between death
gave him owner
nce gave
the
would un
-
d to re
the holy book
scri
edg
side matched
a date of dea
it open in
it a
ttered t
urned, the church
fell
-
ned in the
r of wood
hin step
. Eyes blee
smi
coll
caug
spered, "
truly
-
the church be
one at
re. N
col
had peeled the s