Chapter 15
Duncan sat in the cavernous sanctuary for over an hour, distracted at first by the carved faces, the tombs, and the impossibly high arches built centuries earlier. Soon enough, however, all he could see were scenes of Bedlam. He felt no less helpless now, in the great abbey near Whitehall, than when he had sat under the bone arches of the Shawnee shrine. He searched the shadows as if for answers, but everywhere he looked the ghastly faces of gargoyles and long-dead knights mocked him. The image of Conawago’s empty face and drooling words gnawed at his consciousness, as did the conjured image of his wise old friend bashing his skull against Bedlam walls and the thought of Conawago’s frantic soul being drowned out by the shrieking souls of other inmates. The assured denial by Fra
