Town was not much different from Ville, except that it was a little larger. The same narrow streets, only a few of which were honored to be paved with uneven stones. The same arcs of wooden bridges over small rivers. The same area in front of the central city temple with a high black spire that cut into the sky like a sharp spear. True, here, in addition, there was a small fountain depicting a strange pyramid of fish, which for some reason took it into their head to jump one on top of the other. A thin trickle of water flowed from the upper mouth.
– Maybe I’ll wait here, – I said cheerfully, dipping my hand into the pool to wash my face after the dusty drive.
My companion was impatient to go to the local church. He explained the reason: they say, he wants to thank the Prince of Light for his happy salvation from marriage. For my part, I did not understand two things: firstly, what did the Prince of Light have to do with it, and secondly, why it was necessary to drag oneself to the temple for this. Well, I would say “Thank you!” in his heart – and that’s it, he went to do urgent business. So no, Eitan insisted, moreover, he got it into his head to invite me with him.
– Why? he asked in bewilderment. A naive reaction that made me irritably raise my eyes to the sky. – This is not for long, and in the local temple, they say, there are very beautiful frescoes. And it seems that some kind of relic is kept, I don’t remember exactly, it seems, something related to the prophet Jokin.
I burst out laughing. I remember this prophet, he was still a bore. I wonder what they have here and whether it is genuine.
– And besides, there are not so many visitors here, everyone will stare at you, – Eitan gave another argument.
All the arguments together made me reluctantly agree. But I approached the church slowly and reluctantly. The companion kept turning around, stopping, waiting for me to catch up with him, and frowned in surprise. However, he did not attach much importance to my slowness: he must have decided that I was tired from the road.
Fortunately, when we crossed the threshold (an act that was not easy for me), he went about his business: he went to one of the places reserved for prayer, drew an invisible circle with his index finger in the center of his forehead, and knelt down. I began to slowly inspect the interior. I felt extremely tense. No, there was no threat to me here. I could not crumble into dust, take the form of a wild beast, or squeal from the unbearable simultaneous prayer of dozens of the righteous. All this is nothing more than fiction and superstition. I just felt uncomfortable – as a guest who entered a house without asking, where he was not welcome.
I cautiously glanced at the statue of another angel. I hope the one on it is not looking at me now with a malicious smile. They say that, Arafel, you can’t cope without us, even showed up here? I had to tighten my lips, take a deep breath and walk past. Well, where are the relics of Yokin distributed here? I have to look at them, since that’s the way it is.
Suddenly, one of the old women praying quietly to the side, short, hunched over and, it seemed, barely moving, started up and pulled away from me with an expression of horror and at the same time determination on her wrinkled face.
– Get lost, you filthy one! she exclaimed, and began to furiously draw circles with her finger. First on her forehead, which would have been fine, but then she reached for mine.
The circle, the perfect form, was considered the symbol of the Prince of Light. By itself, the sign did not bother me, but the introduction into my personal space – very much so. It’s good that we were in a dark corner, the temple was generally rather poorly lit: the effect of narrow windows with colored stained-glass windows.
– What’s the matter with you, auntie? – I asked irritably, deviating and at the same time trying to unravel the reason for such a peculiar reaction.
She has no way of knowing who I am, so why…
And then my eyes fell on another element of the church interior, a rectangular mirror, divided into four equal multi-colored squares – green, yellow, red and blue. This combination also contained some kind of symbolism, but since colors are an illusory concept and exist exclusively in the perception of individual living organisms, I understood this issue poorly. Another thing is important: even if colored, the glasses have not lost their usual properties. And I, here’s the trouble, I’m not reflected in the mirrors.
Of course, when I went to earth, the master and I took care of this: thanks to my physical shell, I could be seen in an ordinary mirror. But in the church, in the house of the Prince of Light, our tricks did not work. And what kind of angel drew me to come here?! And, most importantly, how observant the old woman got!
– Get lost, dirty, get lost! – she did not let up at all.
I looked around warily, not wanting to attract everyone’s attention.
– Which of us is cleaner is still unknown, – I muttered in response.
– Get out! Scatter!
The old woman drew circles so desperately that I wondered how her finger hadn’t fallen off yet. It seems to be much stronger than it seems at first glance. Suddenly, she seemed to have a brilliant idea. Digging into her purse, she pulled out nothing less than a pre-peeled head of garlic.
– Wonderful! Do you have rye bread in there too? I asked, but the woman did not even think to listen.
Instead, she shoved a whole clove into her mouth – and did not even wince! – the rest began to wave in front of my very nose.
– Garlic will drive out all the evil spirits from the holy temple! she hissed with conviction.
– You will expel everyone from the temple with such a smell, including the priest, – I retorted with no less conviction.
I got tired of all these dancing and waving in order, so, unable to stand it, I grabbed the old hag by the scruff of the neck and dragged me to the exit. She did not weigh too much, and I have plenty of strength, if I do not deliberately restrain myself within the limits of human capabilities. Once on the street and briefly looking around, I considered that the square was too close to the temple, and, therefore, it would be more correct to transport the ardent zealot of the faith somewhere far away so that she probably would not dash back.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder.
– Hey, Arafel, what are you doing?!
– What you need! I said through my teeth. – I’m moving the old woman to the other side of the street. It seems that you consider it a good deed!
– But not when she’s holding back! – Eitan was outraged.
– Yes? OK. Maybe you’re right somewhere, – I admitted, thoughtfully watching how the released old woman fled with all her might. She doesn’t seem to need help. Runs good! I think she looks ten years younger.
– What’s wrong with her?
My companion, frowning, looked after the receding supplicant.
I shrugged