Lord Frederick Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon

Lord Frederick Leighton The Painter's HoneymoonLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Mother and ChildLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Music Lesson
You never heard Om," said Brutha. "You never believed. You never, ever heard his voice. All you heard were the echoes inside your own mind."
"Really? But I am the Cenobiarch and you are going to burn for treachery and heresy," said Vorbis. "So much for Om, perhaps?"
"There will be justice," said Brutha. "If there is no justice, there is nothing."
He was aware of a small voice in his head, too faint yet to distinguish words.
"Justice?" said Vorbis. The idea seemed to enrage him. He spun around to the crowd of bishops. "Did you hear him? There will be justice? Om has judged! Through me! This is justice!"
There was a speck in the sun now, speeding toward the Citadel. And the little voice was saying left left left up up left right a bit up left-"Vorbis?" croaked Brutha.
"What?" snapped the deacon.
"You're going to die."
It was hardly a whisper, but it bounced off the bronze doors and carried across the Place . . .
It made people uneasy, although they couldn't quite say why.
The eagle sped across the square, so low that people ducked. Then it cleared the roof of the temple and curved away towards the mountains. The watchers relaxed. It was only an eagleThe mass of metal under him was getting uncomfortably hot."He comes now," said Brutha.Vorbis waved his hand to the great facade of the temple. "Men built this. We built this," he said. "And what did Om do? Om comes? Let him come! Let him judge between us!""He comes now," Brutha repeated. "The God."People looked apprehensively upward. There was that moment, just one moment, when the world holds its breath and against all experience waits for a miracle.-up left now, when I say three, one, two, THREE-