Unformatted text preview: he people; wipe them from the earth. One of them would climb the wall, and pry loose the bars, and in they would come-! I fell back. But when I looked up again, I saw the bars were secure. This had been a fancy. In truth I had spent nights in rustic inns with farting drunkards and belching whores, and in the very woods where even the wolves ran from the little people. Now I was safe. It must have been an hour before daylight that the priest called me. For all I knew it was the witching hour, for a bell was tolling, omi- nously and endlessly, and as I woke, I knew I had heard this bell, like a hammer dropping again and again upon an anvil-in my sleep. The priest shook me by the shoulder. "Come with me, Ashlar," he said. I saw the battlements of the town. I saw the torches of the watch. I saw the black sky above and the stars. The snow lay still upon the ground. Again and again, the bell rang, and the sound clattered through me, shook me, so that the priest reached out to make me steady and see that I walked at his side. "That's the Devil's Knell," said the priest. "It is ringing to drive...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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