Within the choir, the deep shadows seemed to fill the carved stalls with the black ghosts of long dead sisters, returned to their familiar seats out of the damp crypt below.
The great lectern in the midst of the half circle behind the high altar became a hideous skeleton, headless, its straight arms folded on its bony breast.

The back of the high altar itself was a great throne whereon sat in judgment a misty being of awful form, judging the dead women all through the lonely night.

The stillness was appalling.

Not a rat stirred.
Unorna shuddered, not at what she saw, but at what she felt.

She had reached the place, and the doing of the deed was at hand.