Their captors pulled them to a stop before a large set of double doors. Malick's presence left Dismas' knees quaking and his mind reeling off old, familiar words.
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want..."
One of the guards knocked on the door and was answered in kind. The sound echoed, ominous and heavy.
"He maketh me lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside still waters"
The doors swung open to reveal a cavernous room, the walls half lined with marble and carved white stone. Pillars loomed, and scattered candelabras threw crazy shadows on a row of chairs near the back where five figures were seated.
"He restores my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake"
The guards half pushed, half pulled Dismas inside. Footsteps echoed heavy on the marbl
