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The bodies leapt forward in the box, straining against the stake, and a horrible, drawn out wail shattered the stillness of the tomb. The priest dropped to his knees and I clapped my hands over my ears, but the dreadful shriek penetrated. THE BODIES LEAPED FORWARD IN THE BOX STRAINING AGAINST THE STAKE AND A HORRIBLE DRAWN OUT WAIL SHATTERED THE STILLNESS OF THE TOMB THE PRIEST DROPPED TO HIS KNEES AND I CLAPPED MY HANDS OVER MY EARS BUT THE DREADFUL SHRIEK PENETRATED
as with fresh blood which had seeped onto it from him. Obviously she had not taken to prowling yet. His mouth was dark, rich with blood, slightly open in a half-smile. His hand pressed her fair head close to his chest. She lay trustingly within the circle of his arm, like a small child. The priest crossed himself. The bodies twitched slightly. "You know what you must do," Father Kalman whispered. I nodded, the pit of my stomach churning madly. I couldn't do it! Not Maria, the lovely. But I knew I would; I had to. She must not wake again to see that blood-stained gown or to wonder at her husband's gory lips. She should know rest, eternal rest. Father Kalman circled the box several times, ringing his small bell, and at one point laid a crucifix upon each of their chests. Their faces writhed and I felt my skin creep. Then, chanting in a low, firm voice, the priest gave me the signal. Together we drove two long stakes, dipped first in Holy Water, home, piercing their hearts simultaneously. H THAT MOCKERY OF A GOWN STAINED IT WAS WITH FRESH BLOOD WHICH HAD LEAPED ON TO IT FROM HIM OBVIOUSLY SHE HAD NOT TAKEN TO PROWLING YET HIS MOUTH WAS DARK RICH WITH BLOOD SLIGHTLY OPEN IN A HALF SMILE HIS HAND PRESSED HER FAIR HEAD CLOSE TO HIS CHEST SHE LAY TRUSTINGLY WITHIN THE CIRCLE OF HIS ARM LIKE A SMALL CHILD THE PRIEST CROSSED HIMSELF THE BODIES TWITCHED LIGHTLY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO FATHER COWMAN WHISPERED I NODDED THE PIT OF MY STOMACH CHURNING MADLY I COULDN'T DO IT NOT MARIA THE LOVELY BUT I KNEW I WOULD I HAD TO SHE MUST NOT WAKE AGAIN TO SEE THAT BLOOD STAINED GOWN OR TO WONDER AT HER HUSBAND'S GORY LIP SHE SHOULD KNOW REST ETERNAL REST FATHER CALMIN CIRCLED THE BOX SEVERAL TIMES RINGING HIS SMALL BELL AND AT ONE POINT LAID A CRUCIFIX UPON EACH OF THEIR CHESTS THEIR FACES WRITHED AND I FELT MY SKIN CREEP THEN CHANTING IN A LOW FIRM VOICE THE PRIEST GAVE ME THE SIGNAL TOGETHER WE DROVE TWO LONG STAKES DIPPED FIRST IN HOLY WATER HOME PIERCING THEIR HEARTS SIMULTANEOUSLY
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