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208 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1999
But after three days of flickering on the edge, Catherine slept peacefully and when she woke she was fully recovered. The priest was very shocked by the mistake he had made. He explained to her that she was now, as it were, dead to the world because of the prayers he has said over her. She must never again wear shoes or eat meat or be intimate with a man. She laughed when he told her this and didn't seem at all upset.
The priest was eager to know if she had any experience of dying that she could share with him, since people were always asking him what they might expect.
He was given a lighted candle to hole and then he was swept along shoulder to shoulder with all the others, moving in a daze from one sacred site to the next. He saw where Christ's naked foot had stepped on a slab of marble, leaving a print that was streaked with blood. Here a dead man had been brought to life, and here the crown of thorns had been put on. And here, and here; every bit of space thick with the knowledge of the things it had witnessed long ago.
He walked up the eighteen steps to the summit of Mount Calvary, pausing to look at Adam's skull trapped within a narrow crack of the rock. He put his hand in the socket inlaid with lead which had held the wood of the cross. The coldness and slipperiness of it shocked him; it was like touching an open wound.
A man was kneeling on the floor with the heavy wings of his cloak spread out around him. He was murmuring a prayer but at the same time the leper could hear a gentle tapping and chiselling noise emanating from the secrecy of the cloak, as he carved his initials or perhaps even the intricacy of a family crest into the white side of the rock. It was such an odd thought to want to leave a memory behind rather than take it with you, to presume that this place which had seen so much would now never forget a man with a hammer and chisel.