October skies

CHAPTER 67

1 November, 1856

As the last of the sun’s rays shone daggers over the tree tops, and purple shadows like the claws of a giant hand grasped their way across the clearing, Preston emerged from the temple with his dark eyes seeming lost and far away. The whispered prayers of his people quickly hushed to silence as they all looked up at him from their clasped hands.

The campfire crackled and spat, and around them there was quiet save for the gentle hiss of shifting trees.

His remote, disengaged manner unsettled them. Right now they needed to know their First Elder was still empowered with certainty, righteousness… touched by the Almighty.

Mr Stolz was the first to speak up and break the silence. ‘William? What are we to do?’

Another spoke. ‘Night is almost upon us and they’re still there.’

The flickering light from their campfire reflected in the deep sockets of his eyes.

‘I entered the woods and prayed for guidance,’ he said. ‘I was ready to die for you, for God to come to me, to take my life and spare yours.’ A tear glistened on his sallow cheek. ‘I would do that for you, because I love you all like my children.’

His voice faltered. ‘I thought we had been forsaken, abandoned by Him, abandoned by His angel, Nephi, and left alone in this empty place with those outsiders. I thought we’d failed him. I feared He had judged us through Eric and Saul and found us wanting. But then it came out of the trees. It came to me, large and powerful.’

He took a deep breath, and smiled at them all. ‘I was with the angel!’

Across the assembled crowd, he could hear the sharp intake of breath, whispered ‘amens’ and the keening tears of relief and joy from both men and women.

‘God is with us. God has a mission for us still.’

One of the women dropped to her knees and cried with relief.

‘There will be no vengeance wrought upon us tonight. We’ll not face Eric’s fate, nor Saul’s, nor Dorothy’s.’

‘Thank you, Lord,’ Mr Hollander bellowed.

‘He asks of us one thing. To flush away those others across from us. They must be gone. And when what needs to be done here is done, we can finally begin work on God’s beautiful message. Remember this well, because tonight will be the night the first true faith of our Lord is born, and the apostasy of all the false faiths will be at an end.’

Several voices cried out, and a feverish sound of lips and tongues at prayer spread across his people, like the roll and hiss of a wave across a shingle beach. He allowed them time to pray and give thanks before continuing. There was need for that now, to show God their humble gratitude. When he could hear the concluding mutterings of ‘amen’ uttered from the gathering gloom, he spoke once more.

‘The angel confirmed what I feared. We have allowed devils to gather around us like jackals. They may look like people, they may walk and talk like people, they may bleed just like people, but they are nothing more than an evil deception.’

He shook his head. ‘The Devil nearly fooled us with them, didn’t he? With their fair skins, little ones resembling sweet, innocent children — looking so much like we do. But all along the Devil was mocking us with his clues. The dark-skinned family, the Negro woman, the savages from the woods. The Devil was laughing at our stupidity, showing his presence amongst them and mocking God!’

‘I heard say… that the white men over there have been sharing their wives with the savages!’ called out Mr Larkin.

Several women gasped.

Preston nodded. ‘I fear it might be true, Jed. I too have glimpsed things at night over there; gatherings around the fire, the noise of cloven feet, the chattering voices of evil.’

An uneasy murmur spread amongst them.

‘I have seen…’ Preston lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper that carried loudly across the gathering. ‘I have seen the curved horns of the Devil emerge from amidst their fire, his head that of a goat, turning towards us, staring across the way at us… challenging us!’

‘Oh Lord, please… please be with us!’ someone cried.

Preston clamped his eyes shut and clasped his hands together. ‘Pray now with me!’ his voice commanded deafeningly. ‘Pray with me now!’

They chorused his words.

‘Oh, Lord, forgive us our weaknesses. We see now how we have let you down. We see now that those of us who died — that was your warning. That you are prepared to spare the rest of us, we are eternally grateful. That you are prepared to let us prove ourselves to you this night, we are eternally grateful. That we will be your first true followers of the true word of God, we shall be eternally grateful. Tonight, we make amends. Tonight, as you ask of us, so we shall obey! Now, we will purge this place. Amen.’

‘Amen,’ a hundred voices rumbled.

Preston unclasped and lowered his hands, breathing deeply, sending tendrils of vapour out through his nose. ‘Gentlemen, gather your guns. Mothers, wives, sons and daughters, gather what tools you can find. Tonight we have to cleanse this place of poison. Make it a sacred place, so that Nephi can come in from those trees out there, and finally be with us.’

‘Amen,’ several of them chorused together.

‘Amen,’ he replied. He shook his head and lowered his voice, tempering it with regret. ‘It is grim work He asks of us, but necessary work. None of them can remain here alive.’

He looked up at them. ‘You understand what God is instructing us to do?’

‘To kill them,’ a woman called out.

‘Yes, that’s correct. To kill all those agents of Satan. Go now, get your guns and return here!’

Preston’s people rose swiftly and disbanded in different directions; a hustle of activity, of boots crunching on compacted snow.