( He is silent, far too silent for a thing so old, so attuned to the room, to his confines, to this strange, willy visitor.
Then, weightily: )
Release me. ( But he seems somehow startled by his own proposition, as if this were not his intent all along. ) And I shall release your flesh from mortality. I shall make it godly.
no subject
( He is silent, far too silent for a thing so old, so attuned to the room, to his confines, to this strange, willy visitor.
Then, weightily: )
Release me. ( But he seems somehow startled by his own proposition, as if this were not his intent all along. ) And I shall release your flesh from mortality. I shall make it godly.
( This, then, is his covenant. )