"Nor angels, nor principalities."

"Nor things present, nor things to come."

370"Nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing . . ."

"Can ever separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." Trembling violently, the sin eater hunched forward and covered his head with his hands. "I amundone!"

"Y ou can be saved," Fagan said. "Y ou've only to accept Christ."

I came around the fire and knelt close to him. "God loves you."

"Get away from me!" He reared back from me. "This is the truth I 've longed to hear? That in twenty-two years, I 've never saved a single soul from damnation?""Only God can save a soul," Fagan said. "The man said we've only to believe and open our hearts to Christ to be saved," I told him. "Why will ye not confess his name?"

"How can I? Now that I know -"

"Y ou've longed for the truth, and ye have it now,"

Fagan said.

"T oo late! T oo late!"

"All these years ye've lived an outcast, ye've cried out to God. Well, he is come. Receive him!"

"I canna! I canna!"

"Let him into your heart, mon," Fagan cried out, "and it'll no longer be you who lives, but Christ living in you."

371"I t can never be!"

"He loved you so much he delivered himself up for you," I pleaded. "Can ye not love him back?"

The sin eater raised his head. "I thought I was serving him. How can he undo what I 've done? They've all been lostbecause of me!"Deliver yourself up to him and see what God will do," Fagan said.

"All those people. My people . . ." He fled from us, rushing out into the storm. "Wait!" I said, running after him. I stood outside in the pouring rain, crying out to him to stop. I ran back inside the cave, drenched and chilled. "Oh, Fagan, why won't he listen?"

"He did. He knows, Cadi. He believes!"

"Then why is he running away?"

"He's not." Lightning flashed so close the hair on my arms and head rose. "He's running to God for judgment."

"But he'll be killed!"

"Oh, ye of little faith."

"Lightning always strikes the high places!" I bolted from the cave.

"Cadi, wait!" I didn't stop.The thunder rolled like the mighty voice of God calling the sin eater to his mountain top. I raced after him, dashing the rain 372from my face as I ran, afraid for him. The wind had come up, whipping the branches of the trees and whistling through the rocks. I felt each roll of thunder in my chest. Lightning flashed, and above me was the sound of a tree cracking. I smelled burning wood. As I clambered up the wet, slippery rocks, I saw the sin eater leap to the high point that jutted out above the purple mountains and night-cast valleys beyond. He stood straight and tall, head thrown back, arms outstretched, fingers spread.

"God! Oh, Lord God!" he shouted to the heavens.

"They trusted me to take their sins away!" he cried into the wind. "They turned to me for salvation! And I am nothing! Oh, Lord, it's because of me they've gone to their graves with their sins still upon them!"

"Come down from your high place!" I called out to him. "Come down before you're struck dead!"

"Leave him be!" Fagan said from behind me. He set me aside as he moved past. "Not all have been castinto hell!" he called to the sin eater.

"Oh, God, they didn't know!"

"The Lord is a God of mercy who judges the heart!"

The sin eater turned. "What of them?"

373Fagan walked forward and stepped up to the stone shelf. "Y ou know the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all unrighteousness. So did they!

All are without excuse."

"No one told them!"

"Those who have a heart for God have the eyes to see and the ears to hear! Not by your will, but by the will of God whose Spirit moves over the whole earth looking for those who love him. God has made himself known since the creation of the world! God himself has set eternity in our hearts! Have you not seen? Have you not heard? Y ou are witness to his eternal power and divine nature in the heavens and the mountains and valleys round about you! Have you not known his death each winter and his resurrection every spring? Y ou saw! Y ou knew! Y ou hungered. Y ou thirsted. Y ou cried out. And he has answered.""Would that I could remain acurst for the sake of those I love."

"Oh, Lord, forgive him," I prayed feverishly. "He doesna know what he did." Lightning struck the shelf of rock at his feet, shattering it in a splash of sparks, and the sin eater and Fagan tumbled down. Scrambling over the rocks, I reached them."Fagan!"

He sat up, hardly dazed, and raked the 374wet hair back from his face. "Where is he?"

"There," I said, sure he was dead.

The wind died down. The rain softened. Fagan and I went to him and knelt down. "Sin Eater," Fagan said gently.

"No more," the man said softly, broken. Curling on his side, he gripped the leather hood that covered his head and wept. "God, forgive me. I 'll never stand in the way again."

"What did you do?" Fagan said.

"I killed a man. I struck him down in anger."Fagan sat back upon his heels and looked toward the valley. I saw the grief in his face as the lightning flashed again, and I knew he was thinking of his father.

"Do you believe Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the Living God?"

"Y es!"

"And do you accept him as your Savior and Lord?"

"Y es."

"Then rise up."

He did so. He stood still for a long moment and raised shaking hands to his covered face. He slowly drew the leather hood from his head and held it tight against his chest. Eyes closed, he raised his head so that the rain poured down over his face. I looked up at him with the faintest trepidation, 375thinking to see some kind of monster as we'd all been led to think he was.

He was an ordinary man."Jesus," he said softly, mouth trembling. "Jesus, my life is yours. Do with it as you will."

The three of us stood on the top of the mountain in the rain, waiting for something momentous to happen to him. Another flash of lightning. A roar of thunder. An earthquake. Instead, the storm lessened. The wind ceased to shriek and whistle.

"What's your name?" Fagan asked.

"Sim," he said after a slight hesitation. He lowered his hands to his sides. "Sim Gillivray."

Wet and shivering, I took his hand. "Can we go back to your cave now, Sim Gillivray? I 'm cold."

He made an odd choking sound and didn't move.

"What is it?" Fagan asked, stepping closer. He took the leather hood from the man's hand and tossed it away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sim's voice was hoarse. "I t's just that . . .

no one's touched me since the day my name was drawn from the mazer bowl."376 Sim Gillivray and Fagan talked far into the night. Sim was hungry to know every word the man by the river had said, but I wore out and fell asleep to the lull of their conversation, the crackling fire, and the rain pounding outside. I t was a good sleep, sound and deep, all through the night and much needed after days of wondering and worrying about too many things beyond my control. In it, I imagined Lilybet stroking my hair and telling me God loved me and was watching over me. I didn't know then that the Lord was preparing me for what was coming next. Peace dwelt in my heart and soothed my soul.

But outside that cave in the valley below, a storm was brewing the likes of which I 'd never seen before nor would ever see again.

When I awakened, the rain had stopped. Light seeped in from the split in the leather curtain Sim Gillivray had hung long ago to keep the weather out of his cave. A thin brilliant line of light speared the dimness so that I could see dust particles dancing in it.

That stream of sunshine ended at a wide crackin377the back wall of the cave and darkness beyond as though it was a target. I 'd never noticed it before.

Curious, I rose, stepped across Fagan sleeping curled up in a blanket, and crept over to see if anything lay beyond that crack. There wascooler air, but I could see nothing beyond a few feet of narrow stone corridor.

The blackness was so deep and so thick, it was like a wall. Far back, I could hear the slow, steadydrip, drip, dripof water. I had heard it before but thought not much about it, too curious about other things. Y et now, the questing spirit Granny had talked about came up in me so strong everything else was forgotten in my desire to venture back and see what lay inside that darkness.

First I needed to make a torch. Creeping across the cave, I ducked outside and into the woods. I collected long twigs and sticks and a strong vine and sat down to make a fagot. I t seemed large enough to last me a good bit of time, time enough at least to get a look.

Hurrying back, I set it afire from the hot coals.

The narrow passageway wound back and forth like a snake down a rabbit hole. I 'd just about lost my courage when it opened into a chamber several times bigger than the one Sim Gillivray had made into hishome. T oward 378the back were rock formations coming down from the ceiling and up from the floor. They looked like giant fangs, and I imagined myself standing inside the mouth of a dragon. The floor of the cavern was slick, smooth, and damp, like a monster's tongue might be. I had to stop my fanciful thinking, for my heart was pounding its way right up into my throat.

Drip, drip,the drops of water fell, the sound louder now to my ears. The columns of stone shone with moisture.

I kept telling myself to think of something other than a dragon, but the mind of a child is a fixed thing at times.

I needed something to distract me and held the fagot higher looking for it. I t was a strange place with an oppressive feeling about it. Like something terrible lived inside. Shaking, I turned slowly round about looking from ceiling to floor, wondering if there were eyes watching me.Drip, drip, drip.

One area on the curved wall was blackened by soot.

Beneath the dark stains on a dry dirt surface was a circle of rocks and the gray ash of a long-dead fire. As Iturned more, I saw painted figures all along one side of the cavern. The stick figures seemed to dance in the flickering light of my small torch. Dance and tumble ...

379A piece of burning twig dropped onto my hand.

Hissing in pain, I dropped the fagot. As it hit the rock floor, the small flame went out, leaving only small glowing embers. Hand shaking violently, I picked the fagot up quickly and blew softly on it, desperate to revive the flame. One by one, the embers died.

Darkness enfolded me and pressed in tight.

Drip, drip, drip.

My heart pounded in my ears. I could hear my own rasping breath. I held the fagot up to my face and could see nothing, nor feel even the smallest hint of warmth. I t was dead out, and I didn't remember where the corridor was. I 'd turned myself around. I turned again, slowly, straining my eyes, desperate to see some small dot of light that led back to Fagan and Sim Gillivray.

Nothing.

I had never been in such darkness before. I t was utterly devoid of all light. And that blackness was heavy, pulsing, and full of terrors to my child's mind.Drip ... drip ... drip.

I imagined those white, glistening teeth.Drip ... drip ...

Was it saliva trickling as the dragon thought about chewing me up and swallowing me?

380I screamed. The sound swelled as my own panic- stricken voice surrounded me, echoing back from all directions. A sudden swift flapping of wings and high- pitched keening sound came rushing and swirling.

T error filled me so that I was paralyzed. When something brushed my hair, I screamed again, dropping to my knees and covering my head. I imagined all the demons of hell coming at me, intent upon grabbing hold and taking me down into the black pit."Help me!"Iscreamed again.

"Cadi!" Sim Gillivray shouted from a distance. "Don't move! We're coming, honey. Stay where ye are!"

"Where are you?"

"Sim's gone to make a torch!" Fagan called.

"Hurry! Oh, please, hurry!""Hold still, girl!" he shouted back at me.

"They're coming for me!"

"Who's coming?" Fagan called, alarmed.

"Demons! There's demons in here."

"No demons. Sim says there's bats. He says to hold your peace, and they'll returntotheir roosts. Stay low!

For crying out loud, Cadi! Stop your caterwauling!

Sim's back. He's lighting the torch."

Curled on the cold floor of the cave, I listened to the rushing sound above me. I t 381grew fainter as light flickered from the narrow corridor down which I 'd come. "Cadi, where are you?"

Looking up, I now saw the last few bats swoop between the stone columns and disappear into the darkness beyond. Clambering to my feet, I ran toward the light in the narrow corridor and straight into Fagan.

He gave a grunt of pain and fell back. He would've fallen had not Sim caught hold of his shoulders and steadied him."What do ye think ye're doing?" Fagan said, gasping in pain, trying to pry me loose of him.

I clung like lichen to a tree trunk.

"There's ghosts in there."

"Ghosts?" Fagan whispered, eyes brightening.

"On the walls round about. Everywhere! I swear.

Don't go back in there!"