Visions
The Shepherd Book II
A Novel by Jeffrey B. Linn
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Chapter X

I rose. It was just the blowy grassland in the pre-dawn dark. I shivered.

Then a voice as soft as the blades of grass abrading said, "More."

It moved me to inspect the horizon, a meeting of the tufts and the sky in a blurred blue-ish line. And it was revealed, I just knew, what would come out of it. My hands flew into the air. My chest convulsed, and it thundered out. The gift! A cry of incontrovertible Belief!

In the distance a glimmer incised the haze. Within moments it burst into a yellow ball with rays that cut across the plain. I shook like a reed under this unction. Abruptly a line of cavalry came into view. They seemed carved out of the sun, and the dawn advanced with them.

Still I grunted out the wordless prayer, convulsing with each shout so violently that I felt as if my shoulders would supplant my head. And they were upon me, roaring by while I bellowed out approbation. The Captain of the Host sailed past. And in the instant I knew him, yet never as such before. He was a King, but beyond kings.

"I am making all things anew!" he said with unabated glee. And they were beyond me and I bounded up and down and raised a fist in the air in triumph.

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