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Chapter VII. The Cathedral

           

           Thechurchwasdark.Onlyalittlelightcamethroughthewindows,whichwerealmostallofthatpreciousoldstainedglasswhichissomuchlovelierthanthenew.ButDiamondcouldnotseehowbeautifultheywere,fortherewasnotenoughoflightinthestarstoshowthecoloursofthem.Hecouldonlyjustdistinguishthemfromthewalls,Helookedup,butcouldnotseethegalleryalongwhichhehadpassed.Hecouldonlytellwhereitwasfarupbythefaintglimmerofthewindowsoftheclerestory,whosesillsmadepartofit.Thechurchgrewverylonelyabouthim,andhebegantofeellikeachildwhosemotherhasforsakenit.Onlyheknewthattobeleftaloneisnotalwaystobeforsaken.

           Hebegantofeelhiswayabouttheplace,andforawhilewentwanderingupanddown.Hislittlefootstepswakedlittleansweringechoesinthegreathouse.Itwasn’ttoobigtomindhim.Itwasasifthechurchknewhewasthere,andmeanttomakeitselfhishouse.Soitwentongivingbackananswertoeverystep,untilatlengthDiamondthoughtheshouldliketosaysomethingoutloud,andseewhatthechurchwouldanswer.Buthefoundhewasafraidtospeak.Hecouldnotutterawordforfearoftheloneliness.Perhapsitwasaswellthathedidnot,forthesoundofaspokenwordwouldhavemadehimfeeltheplaceyetmoredesertedandempty.Buthethoughthecouldsing.Hewasfondofsinging,andathomeheusedtosing,totunesofhisown,allthenurseryrhymesheknew.Sohebegantotry`Heydiddlediddle’,butitwouldn’tdo.Thenhetried`LittleBoyBlue’,butitwasnobetter.

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