At this the man’s eyes—so wide, so motionless they could have belonged to a corpse—rotated in their dry sockets toward her. There was no expression on his face, but beneath that, in the way his jaw muscles danced, the way the tendons in his neck bulged, I could see a fury of insanity and delusion fit to burst. “No,” he said, “I am more than that. I am God’s servant, called here today to lead His flock into the new world.
