Evaine sank to her knees beside the body of her father. Camber’s well-loved face was peaceful in repose. It was nearly a week since she had found him in the snow, but there was no sign of corruption.
Joram set his hand on her shoulder as he knelt beside her. Then he crossed himself, and they both rose. He cleared his throat, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
“Evaine,” he asked, “if saints aren’t taken directly into heaven, what other thing sometimes happens to their bodies?”
“Exactly. And right now, his body is incorruptible—for no logical reason we can offer.” He glanced at the shrouded body with a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“Evaine, what if he really is a saint?
WHO SHALL KNOW A SAINT
Evaine sank to her knees beside the body of her father. Camber’s well-loved face was peaceful in repose. It was nearly a week since she had found him in the snow, but there was no sign of corruption.
Joram set his hand on her shoulder as he knelt beside her. Then he crossed himself, and they both rose. He cleared his throat, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
“Evaine,” he asked, “if saints aren’t taken directly into heaven, what other thing sometimes happens to their bodies?”
