Chapter NineteenColin stared upward at the magnificent stonework of Chartres Cathedral. It made the Abbey of Iona look like a child’s toy and the brightly colored plassteel structures on New Kells look garish and even disrespectful. The twin spires soared above them. And, oddly enough, the structure kept growing impossibly more massive as they approached.
The open plaza before the edifice only added to the effect sloping upward toward the cathedral’s perch atop the highest point in town. The mismatched spires, the plain and the ornate, reminded him of the balancing hand of God. The power of the octagonal one on the right-hand reaching upward like a bolt into the heavens and the beauty of the massively ornate spire on the left rising tier upon tier.
Roland was far ahead, moving up the pat
