"You shall not make me sleep.

I will not--I will not!" There was a flash of light again in the church, this time from behind the high altar, and the noise of quick footsteps.

But neither Unorna nor Beatrice noticed the light or the sound.

Then the full glow of a strong lamp fell upon the faces of both and dazzled them, and Unorna felt a cool thin hand upon her own.

Sister Paul was beside them, her face very white and her faded eyes turning from the one to the other.
It was very simple.