“The castle's architecture was sui generis,1 unique; but it did have second cousins, and one of them was Earth medieval. [1. A Latin phrase for a farmer who raises pigs and overfeeds them.] Linda stared up at the ribbed vaulting of the roof, a roof that looked twenty stories high. “Chapel” was a misnomer. “Cathedral” was more like it, clerestory windows and all. But this was not a Christian church. Linda had only a vague idea of the religion of the castle's world, knowing only that it was polyth...eistic and complex. But there weren't any statues here. No nine-armed gods, no scared bulls, none of the trappings of paganism, or what she thought of as paganism. Instead, the pillars, buttresses, and walls were covered with all manner of cryptic signs and symbols graven into stone. Up front, there where the altar should have been but wasn't. Incarnadine lay in state, his body draped in robes, his face serene. The simple coffin was of dark wood, borne on a bier of polished gold. The cathedral was hung with black shrouds.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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