Chapter 104 Chapter 102

Silas limped into an unseen silent space.By this time the mist had settled over Kensington Gardens.Kneeling on the wet grass, he felt warm blood pouring from the wound below his ribs.However, he still looked forward firmly. The fog makes it seem like a paradise here. He held up his bloodstained hands in prayer, watching the raindrops caress his fingers.The rain had turned his hands white.He felt his body gradually melting into the mist as the rain fell more violently on his back and shoulders. I'm about to become a ghost! A gust of wind rustled past him, bringing with it the scent of damp earth, the scent of new life.Silas prayed, dragging his broken body.He prayed to God to forgive him, to God to show him mercy.He especially prayed for his mentor, Bishop Aringarosa... He prayed that God would not let the bishop leave this world too soon.There are still many things waiting for him to do.

The fog, swirling around him now, felt so light to Silas that he believed the wisps of smoke would carry him away.He closed his eyes and said his last prayers. From somewhere in the fog came the whisper of Bishop Manuel Aringarosa. My Lord is a kind and merciful God. Slowly at last Silas' pain subsided, and he knew the bishop was right.