The Wind From A Burning Woman: Six Stories Of Science Fiction - Plot & Excerpts
They are bricks! Try enlightening bricks!He smiled his sad, narrow smile. Enlighten them, he said.I left the Giants chamber in a rage. I did not have access to the great wheels board of time; so I couldnt know exactly when the execution would take place. But I guessed-from memories of a grumbling stomach-that it would be in the early afternoon. I traveled from one end of the nave to the other and, likewise, the transepts. I nearly exhausted myself. Then, crossing an empty aisle, I picked up a piece of colored glass and examined it, puzzled. Many of the boys on all levels carried these shards with them, and the girls used them as jewelry-against the wishes of their elders, who held that bright objects bred more beasts in the mind. Where did they get them?In one of the books I had perused yearsbefore, I had seen brightly colored pictures of the Cathedral windows. Enlighten them, the Giant had said.Psalos request to let light into the Cathedral came to mind.Along the peak of the nave, in a tunnel running its length, I found the ties that held the pulleys of the canvases over the windows.
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