"Patrick Welch - Statue of Limitations" - читать интересную книгу автора (Welch Patrick)

about to happen."

"Shut up. You can take your concerns to our leaders after we are done." Another elbow to my ribs
convinced me to obey.

Once again I felt that slight tremor; once again the old man turned from the crowd and pointed his staff at
the Our Lady Wisteria. Once again the people gasped as she began to weep for their sins.

Then their gasps turned to screams as they realized that what flowed from her eyes was not clear tears
but an angry red liquid.

The monks stared in amazement as the moat around her began turning red as well. "My vision," I let my
scream join with the others, "my vision was correct. The Weeping Nun is becursed!"
The monks huddled in stunned confusion even as the square began to empty, the onlookers fleeing in
fear. "What is happening?" the old man with the scepter asked anyone in earshot.

"My vision didn't lie. A great evil has struck Cardinaul," I yelled.

He glared at me, then looked at the monks. "Who is this man?"

"He claims he is Brendell, from the order of the Most Holy Thistle," said Koros.

"I had a vision ..." I began but was cut off.

"Not here," the old man said. "In private. Come."

No ceremony now; we walked quickly and directly to a tall brick building at the edge of the town square.
No one spoke until we were seated inside around a large table. "What is this all about, Koros?" the old
man asked.

"I have no idea, Mayor. This," he turned to me, "Brendell insists he was sent here because of some
vision."

"I dreamed your village was cursed," I confirmed.

"Ridiculous," the old man said. "How can a geyser become cursed?"

So that's their secret. "Not the geyser," I said quickly. "The statue."

"But why would our statue become cursed? How?" The old man shook his head. "This makes no sense
at all."

"You saw what happened," Koros said. "Something is not right."

"Obviously." The old man sat back and sighed. "And what do we do about it?"

"My vision," I offered.

The Mayor glared at me. "Now what?"