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As the flames rose, a thing happened which no eyes saw but ours, else we would not be living today. Perhaps it had only seemed to us. But it seemed to us that the eyes of the Transgressor had chosen us from the crowd and were looking straight upon us. AS THE FLAMES ROSE A THING HAPPENED WHICH NO EYES SAW BUT OURS ELSE WE WOULD NOT BE LIVING TO DAY PERHAPS IT HAD ONLY SEEMED TO US BUT IT SEEMED TO US THAT THE EYES OF THE TRANSGRESSOR HAD CHOSEN US FROM THE CROWD AND WERE LOOKING STRAIGHT UPON US
ssor, 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. But we had never seen a Saint nor what the likeness of a Saint should be. And we thought then, standing in the square, that the likeness of a Saint was the face we saw before us in the flames, the face of the Transgressor of the Unspeakable Word. RN 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 BUT WE HAD NEVER SEEN A SAINT NOR WHAT THE LIKENESS OF A SAINT SHOULD BE AND WE THOUGHT THEN STANDING IN THE SQUARE THAT THE LIKENESS OF A SAINT WAS THE FACE WE SAW BEFORE US IN THE FLAMES THE FACE OF THE TRANSGRESSOR OF THE UNSPEAKABLE WORD
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