As the eye of narrative drew back from the coffin on its stand, two things happened. One happened comparatively slowly, and this was Vargo's realisation that he never recalled the coffin having a pillow before. The other was Greebo deciding that he was as mad as hell and wasn't going to take it any more.

I was brought up Roman Catholic. I&#39;m not even baptized.

I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.

But a light now waxed within him at the knowledge that such wonders as he had been shown could exist.

Written By Sylvia Engdahl

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