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

As they receded into the distance I could not suppress my curiosity.

"Why did you not reveal yourself to him?" I asked.

"How came you to know me and not he?" the Shepherd responded. I held off, perplexed. "You are not yet apprehending the import of this vision," he continued, "but the answer to your second question is that if he could have come down off that horse, he could have met me." While my thoughts boiled, the stage again shifted.

"I have found you, my Lord," intoned a sonorous female voice. I turned to face darkness. There was a click of flint and a torch flamed to life. It illuminated the shining tresses of an olive skinned woman. She was clad in rags. 'At last', I thought, 'someone who sees.' The Shepherd's eyes met mine, communicating something I couldn't read. "My Guide," she continued, lifting her arms in invocation. "My All." She came forward, arms still outstretched, the torch held aloft. I was vaguely uncomfortable as she neared us. Then she drifted past and knelt at the foot of an oblong stone that had been set up like a stele. "I have sacrificed all for Thee," she said to it, and threw her arms around the rock.

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