Blood From a Stone (41 page)

B
y
t
hes
e
w
or
d
s
yo
u
shal
l
f
ee
l
he
r
p
a
i
n
,

B
y
t
hes
e
w
or
d
s
yo
u
shal
l
kn
o
w
he
r
sorrow
Fo
r
a
s
yo
u
w
a
k
e
u
p
o
n
t
h
e
morr
o
w

T
h
y
hea
r
t
wi
l
l
slo
w
a
n
d
T
h
y
b
l
oo
d
c
o
n
g
eal

M
a
d
e
o
f
s
t
on
e
,
y
o
u
shal
l
no
t
f
eel
,

F
i
ft
y
c
y
cle
s
o
f
t
w
el
v
e
moon
s
shal
l
y
e
b
e
hel
d
A
w
a
k
e
n
!
t
w
o
for
t
n
i
g
h
t
s
t
he
n
b
ac
k
t
o
t
h
e
s
p
el
l
Dea
t
h
no
t
c
o
mes
,
slee
p
y
e
’
l
l
no
t
kn
o
w

Fo
r
t
h
e
sel
f
i
s
h
d
ee
d
s
y
e
ha
v
e
so
w
n

E
v
e
r
y
d
e
b
auche
r
y
yo
u
shal
l
p
a
r
t
a
k
e

B
u
t
l
ov
e
is
t
h
e
on
e
t
h
i
r
s
t
yo
u
shal
l
no
t
sla
k
e

But safe from harm

In stone’s strong arm

Through the blood of thy will

The clock shall stand still

A
p
r
i
s
o
n
…
n
o
w
alls
,
n
o
l
o
c
k
s
…
n
o
k
e
y

Fro
m
w
h
i
c
h
on
l
y
t
h
y
j
a
i
le
r
ca
n
se
t
t
he
e
fr
e
e

B
u
t
n
o
w
m
a
n
a
n
d
s
t
on
e
a
r
e
on
e
a
n
d
t
h
e
sa
m
e
An
d
m
a
d
e
o
f
s
t
on
e
T
he
y
shal
l
r
e
m
a
i
n
…

A
nd
even before the sun rose the
very
next
day
h
i
s
f
a
t
e
w
as sea
l
ed as
he
f
elt
a gna
w
i
ng
pa
i
n
a
l
l
over h
i
s body
t
hat
b
e
gan
t
o ch
il
l
h
i
s b
l
ood.
B
e
f
ore
l
ong,
he
began
t
o
f
eel
s
l
u
g
g
i
shness
and
co
l
d
s
w
ea
t
s.

             
H
e
had
v
i
s
i
ons
over
and
over
of
t
he
w
o
m
an
chan
t
i
ng
by
t
he
fi
re
and
so
m
ehow
knew
t
hat
he
’
d been cursed.
So
m
e
pr
i
m
al sense  drove  h
i
m
t
o
run.
H
e
headed
t
o
t
he
v
ill
age
t
o
seek
D
an
i
a
and
ask
her
f
org
i
veness,
but
a
l
l
he
w
as
greeted
w
it
h
w
as
her
m
o
t
her s
t
and
i
ng
t
here
l
ook
i
ng at
h
i
m
w
it
h d
i
sda
i
n.

“
Y
ou
know
w
hat
you
have
done.
Y
ou have
ru
i
ned
m
y daugh
t
er
and  you  have
t
aken  her
g
if
t
f
rom
her
w
it
h
your hear
tl
ess
debauchery.
A
nd
no
w
,
you
sha
l
l
pay
f
oo
li
sh
m
an.
H
ow
you
sha
l
l
pay,
t
hough not
by
m
y
hand.
T
he spe
l
l
on
l
y br
i
ngs
about
t
he
f
a
t
e
of
w
hat
li
es
i
n
t
he
heart
of
w
hom
i
t
i
s cast
upon.
A
l
l
t
hat
be
f
a
ll
s you,
i
s
w
hat
li
es
w
it
hin you.”

“
W
hat
have you done
t
o
m
e?” Sa
m
son de
m
anded.
             
“
Y
ou
sha
l
l
fi
nd
out
w
hen
your
b
l
ood
t
urns
t
o
i
ce
and
your
body
t
urns
t
o
s
t
one
t
o
m
a
t
ch
t
hat
w
h
i
ch
bea
t
s
w
it
h
i
n your
broad
ches
t
,” she said. “
T
hough
you
are
as
f
a
i
r
of
f
orm as
one
of
G
od
’
s
ange
l
s, s
till
, you are
as
ug
l
y
on
t
he
i
n
s
i
de as
t
he gargoy
l
es
t
hat
w
a
t
ch
over
t
he
graveyard.
A
nd
t
hat
i
s
w
hat
you sha
l
l
beco
m
e
on
t
he
ou
t
s
i
de
as
w
e
ll
.
F
ift
y
cyc
l
es
of
t
he
M
o
t
h
er
G
oddess
A
r
i
anrhod sha
l
l
pass
be
f
ore you
w
ake.”