The
sun was already gone. Isakael had hoped to see it and feel its warm
but once again he was covered with darkness and cold on the outside.
They all headed for the banquet. He wasn't really in the mood to eat
anything but he was still hungry. The food was one of the best thing
in this place but it was also very dangerous. The red wine flowing
everywhere around the room could easily take him back to the trance
just by breathing, even if he didn't intend to drink a single drop of
it. They entered the room in religious order and one by one washed
their hands before sitting at the tables. It was the same order as
they had obeyed in the church filling the sits without discrimination
of neighbor. Isakael just prayed that people wouldn't talk to him
much. He had to stay with them for two to three hours and was already
feeling exhausted. But there was no problem there. Nobody said a word
during the entire meal. It seemed amazing for Isakael that people
would refrain to talk. At home, there was never so much peace and
quite during a meal. It was a time of gathering, when everyone would
talk about their day, people would chat without restrain and laugh.
He looked at the last scene painting hanging in front of him. Around
the christ, people had been chatting and playing too, he wonder why
the angels were making it so different and what was the meaning
behind it. He noticed that several of the people sitting around him
didn't touch their glass of wine either. It was a bad sign, a sign of
crisis, the angels couldn't enjoy themselves anymore. He almost
regretted not to have taken the information the other wanted to give
him the day before. This was way too much to take, the silence was so
deep that he could hear people's fork in their plate and the movement
of their jaws as they chew. He thought about that voice in his head,
about the power.
“Can
anyone else than God talk to you when you reach the trance?” He
asked. The words had come out before him wanting them too, he was
asking this question to himself and had never intended to spit it out
aloud.
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