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Simon stiffened as the Divine Mystery of the Mystic Healer entered his head in a blinding flash. He heard angelic choirs singing, he saw doves winging through brilliant blue skies, he heard the prayers of a million voices and he saw men falling in battle, he felt fire searing his flesh and arrows tearing at his body, he felt the edge a blade on his throat and the crushing weight of a boulder on his chest. He felt himself torn apart by wild animals and battered up rocky shores. He wanted to cry out and scream in pain but he could utter not a sound. He saw brilliants spheres of every color floating in the darkness of space entwined with suns, moons, stars, planets. He saw blood and more blood and hideous burned faces and mutilated corpses. The pain he felt was insufferable, the ecstasy he experienced was intolerable and the light that enveloped him was incredible. Blackness came as a welcomed respite just as he thought his head would explode and he slumped onto the table into oblivion.
Sir Ramsay let go of him, turned abruptly on his heel and left them without another word.
James Argonne’s upper lip curled and a snarl escaped with the breath he had been holding. Ramsay had to be destroyed and he would see it done if it was the last thing he ever did.
Once Upon a November…
By Trish Lamoree
Copyright 2010 Trish Lamoree