’Twas an age when man wandered soulless and lost, until the images of glorious prophecy took root: standing-stones with carved crosses, circles painted green, red, blue, black, white, images of a boy with a spear, a young man in slave chains, a warrior with a sword, an ax, a crossbow, and a helm, killing winged demons; a man nailed to a tree, a man laid out on a cross-shaped altar.
