No one cheered, though it seemed clear to Benny that many of them agreed with what Saint John wanted to do. Confusion and doubt was written on every face except that of Mother Rose and the giant with the hammer.

“But,” said Mother Rose, her voice becoming quieter, almost a whisper, “this is not what our god wants.”

No one even blinked. They stared, stock-still.

“I have had a vision, my beloved children. In a sacred trance, Lord Thanatos himself spoke to me.”

“Oh brother,” growled Nix. “Do you believe this crap?”

“They seem to,” said Benny.

It was true; many of the reapers touched their hands to the angel designs on their chests.

“The lord of the darkness has tested us so many times and in so many ways. Those of you who have been with the Night Church since Wichita remember how many tests have been put before us.”

Several heads nodded.

“There have been failures and setbacks and defeats . . . and yet each time, no matter how devastating each new calamity appeared, we found the holy path through the fire and the smoke. We passed each test, no matter how difficult. We did this. Each of us, serving the will of our god even when God has made the path uncertain and the way forward choked with thorns and fog.”

More heads nodded now.

“And what has this done? All along the way we have seen many of our fellows fall, and while their spirits have gone on into the darkness we have stayed behind, weeping and tearing at our garments, crying out, Why? Why them and not us? Why has the lord of the night punished us so many times when others whose will and whose faith were not as strong as ours were allowed to go into the sacred darkness?”

“Tell us why, Mother!” cried out one of the reapers. It was a thin man with a beaky nose. He fell to his knees and clapped his hands together. “Tell us, please!”

Another reaper dropped to her knees. “What sins have we committed that bar our way to paradise?”

Nix and Benny looked at each other.

“Is it me, or did that look planned?” asked Nix.

“Yeah,” agreed Benny, “I think she seeded the crowd like Mr. Hopewell does when he’s running the Sunday auction.”

Mother Rose stepped forward and touched the bowed head of the kneeling woman.

“Sins, my daughter?” she said. “Did I say that you have sinned?”

She paused a beat and looked at the others.

“Did I say that any of you have sinned?” She drew the kneeling woman to her feet and kissed her on both cheeks. “No, my beloved, we have all passed through that fire together, and in its heat we have been purified.”

The last word hung in the air like the clear note of a church bell. Even Benny felt a chill.