A heavy fog is coming.
"Why doesn't he light a lamp ?" asks Khorre sternly but submissively.
"He needs no light." "Perhaps there is no one there any longer." "Yes, he's there." "A fog is coming.

How quiet it is! There's something wrong in the air--what do you think, Noni ?" "Tss!" The first soft sounds of the organ resound.

Some one is sitting alone in the dark and is speaking to God in an incomprehensible language about the most important things.

And however faint the sounds--suddenly the silence vanishes, the night trembles and stares into the dark church with all its myriads of phantom eyes.

An agitated voice whispers: "Listen! He always begins that way.