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Tod's arm was flung across her chest, as if to protect her. I made myself move the arm, resting her head upon his shoulder, where it belonged. Then, as I looked, there was just Maria. TOD'S ARM WAS FLUNG ACROSS HER CHEST AS IF TO PROTECT HER I MADE MYSELF MOVE THE ARM RESTING HER HEAD UPON HIS SHOULDER WHERE IT BELONGED THEN AS I LOOKED THERE WAS JUST MARIA
eir 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. 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. My stomach turned over and I retched. The Good Father followed suit. We were no supermen and our bodies and our very souls revolted against this monstrous thing. "Let us finish, my son," the priest said slowly, after a time, his face the color of ashes. "We must bury these dead, that they may sleep in consecrated ground." I couldn't. I had to see her again before it was done. She lay, small and fragile as ever, her face calm, only there was no trace of life now. She was still and white, as only the dead—the truly dead—are. INT 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 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 MY STOMACH TURNED OVER AND I WRETCHED THE GOOD FATHER FOLLOWED SUIT WE WERE NO SUPERMEN AND OUR BODIES AND OUR VERY SOULS REVOLTED AGAINST THIS MONSTROUS THING LET US FINISH MY SON THE PRIEST SAID SLOWLY AFTER A TIME HIS FACE THE COLOUR OF ASHES WE MUST BURY THESE DEAD THAT THEY MAY SLEEP IN CONSECRATED GROUND I COULDN'T I HAD TO SEE HER AGAIN BEFORE IT WAS DONE SHE LAY SMALL AND FRAGILE AS EVER HER FACE CALM ONLY THERE WAS NO TRACE OF LIFE NOW SHE WAS STILL AND WHITE AS ONLY THE DEAD THE TRULY DEAD ARE
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