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But we had never seen a Saint nor what the likeness of a Saint should be. BUT WE HAD NEVER SEEN A SAINT NOR WHAT THE LIKENESS OF A SAINT SHOULD BE
ears old. And we stood in the great square with all the children and all the men of the City, sent to behold the burning. They brought the Transgressor out into the square and they led them to the pyre. They had torn out the tongue of the Transgressor, so that they could speak no longer. The Transgressor were young and tall. They had hair of gold and eyes blue as morning. They walked to the pyre, and their step did not falter. And of all the faces on that square, of all the faces which shrieked and screamed and spat curses upon them, theirs was the calmest and the happiest face. As the chains were wound over their body at the stake, and a flame set to the pyre, the Transgressor looked upon the City. There was a thin thread of blood running from the corner of their mouth, but their lips were smiling. And a monstrous thought came to us then, which has never left us. We had heard of Saints. There are the Saints of Labor, and the Saints of the Councils, and the Saints of the Great Rebirth. S NO REST WE WERE A CHILD THEN TEN YEARS OLD AND WE STOOD IN THE GREAT SQUARE WITH ALL THE CHILDREN AND ALL THE MEN OF THE CITY SENT TO BEHOLD THE BURNING THEY BROUGHT THE TRANSGRESSOR OUT INTO THE SQUARE AND LED HIM INTO THE PYRE THEY HAD TORN OUT THE TONGUE OF THE TRANSGRESSOR SO THAT THEY COULD SPEAK NO LONGER THE TRANSGRESSOR WERE YOUNG AND TALL THEY HAD HAIR OF GOLD AND EYES OF BLUE AS MORNING THEY WALKED TO THE PYRE AND THEIR STEP DID NOT FALTER AND OF ALL THE FACES IN THAT SQUARE OF ALL THE FACES WHICH SHRIEKED AND SCREAMED AND SPAT CURSES UPON THEM THEIRS WAS THE CALMEST AND HAPPIEST FACE AS THE CHAINS WERE WOUND OVER THEIR BODY AT THE STAKE AND A FLAME SET TO THE PYRE THE TRANSGRESSOR LOOKED UPON THE CITY THERE WAS A THIN THREAD OF BLOOD RUNNING FROM THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTH BUT THEIR LIPS WERE SMILING AND A MONSTROUS THOUGHT CAME TO US THEN WHICH HAS NEVER LEFT US WE HAD HEARD OF SAINTS THERE ARE THE SAINTS OF LABOR THE SAINTS OF THE COUNCILS THE SAINTS OF THE GREAT RE BIRTH
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