CHAPTER ELEVENSomething was struggling.
Out of the darkness that seemed impenetrable, a faint light came and went, hardly larger than a pinpoint, but growing nearer and then receding.
There was a noise, a noise of chanting voices and a deeper note of someone exalting and declaiming.
That too receded and there was only darkness again, a darkness, however, of which one was conscious and knowing it to be evil.
Strange words were being cried aloud, names that seemed vaguely familiar and yet at the same time repellent.
Slowly, as if she came back from a very very long distance, Sheena heard more chanting.
It was in a language that she recognised as Latin. but the words did not make sense.
“Quotidianeum panem nostrum hodie nobis da – ”
Could it be? It sounded just like the Lord’s Prayer
