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through history discovered it. I glanced over at Mrs. Lancaster; she understood and smiled compassionately. |
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''Tell me, Mr. Wages, what is it you want to know about Battle Harbor?'' |
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"I have the transcript of the remote coverage of the CBC and a few newspaper clippings. Outside of that I must admit that I don't know a great deal." |
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The little man didn't look at me. His gaze was still fixed on the watery panorama spread out before him. "It was a terrible thing," he whispered, "all those sweet, lovely children with their innocent bodies mutilated. Do you understand that they were budding temples of our Savior, and they were desecrated and defiled?" |
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"I don't want you to relive that part of it, Reverend Bell. I'm more concerned with what you felt, what you observed, the experiencing of it." |
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The reverend was still not looking at me. Instead he seemed to be reflecting back on that day. His soft, unlined and peaceful face was a deception, hiding the real torture that lived in his mind. "I went back, you know. I went back several times. Then the holy mother church decided I should come here to Dormain to study." |
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I was doing all I could to keep my own voice on an even keel without stress or anxiety. "What were your impressions?" |
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"It was very strange, Mr. Wages. There |
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