Next began the exhortation, and he walked slowly back and forwards up the aisle, with his head bent. He could see better that way; he had a knack of looking out of the corners of his eyes, which at times is startling to those who do not expect it.
When the exhortation was over all knelt down, except one man who was lolling in his seat.
Plucritus went up very slowly and quietly and stood beside him for a second or two, bending his head till his cheek nearly touched the fair hair. Then he drew back and wrote something, and his lips curled up into that curious smile of his.
I looked to see what he had written, but he closed the book with a sharp click and turned round laughing. No one noticed it.
“That was a private memorandum,” he said.
The whole of the service he walked about, never still, yet always watching. The smile never left his lips as he glided from pillar to pulpit, and he joined in every ‘Amen’ and led the Creed, even before the pastor. As the last blessing was being pronounced he went up into the pulpit and beckoned me to follow. I went, and we looked down upon the vast gathering. He leant upon the Bible and studied them. Suddenly the brilliant lights went out, and in the total darkness a harsh red light began to rise. Beneath us every form had changed, and hideous demons were shouting, and gesticulating, and leaping from pew to pew. At last the whole church crashed down like a well-built pack of cards which has stood some pretty strong rebuffs, and upon the shattered ruins stood the Spirit who accompanied me: like some great god, one foot upon the broken crucifix and one upon the topmost fallen spire.
Every wretched soul fled out into the darkness, and he, remaining, laughed aloud.
Then he turned to me those deep, inhuman eyes, flashing with brilliant fire.
“Was I wrong?” Plucritus asked, and laughed again. “I shall not be judged. The merciful Master who excuses one, excuses all. Take me to that God above myself, that blind power, who year by year and century by century allows himself to be befooled, and fools.
“Let me see the four and twenty elders and the beasts with eyes, let me see the horses dashing o’er the ground, and view that lamb—that little bleating lamb—that sits beside Him on the throne. Let me hear the senseless Hallelujahs! and the fanatic cry. Let me see the coarse and vulgar flatterers who crowd around, more fulsome than the meanest courtier that ever crawled towards a monarch’s throne. Take me to this God Almighty, this God all-powerful, this God all-merciful, this God all-seeing and all-hearing. This God all Truth and God all lies. This Power omnipotent. This Is and Am and Ever-shall-be from Was eternal. Take me to Him and let me look at Him, if not from the front, then from the back, for I have never seen Him.”