He looked at us, smiled, but said nothing, and we were suddenly under his power. No one could speak. We simply stared stupidly at him, and really, never had we seen someone so completely radiant and beautiful. Not even Lydia could stand up to him. He took the lead and we followed him. It seemed that we were walking for hours, but it really was only for about thirty minutes or so. He led and we followed. The forest was quiet. No birds sang. Everything was as still and quiet as the interior of a mausoleum.
What I most recall is how present everything became. Not just the trees, but every branch, every leaf, every evergreen needle took on a life and identity of it's own. No one spoke. We later admitted that we couldn't speak, not even if we wanted to. Our minds had become completely blank as we followed this strange and angelic being.
I began to know where we were. We were being led back to the mansion. He walked with us as far as the garden. Then he spoke:
"I am not who you believe me to be. The person who brought both of you here was another being of another substance and a different spirit. Even Satan can become for those in his thrall an angel of light. Heed him not. Remain in this house until you receive the appointed visitor, then you must leave..."
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