The thin flames bowed toward the entrance to the cave. The interior was faintly bright with many colored gleams and patches of light. The odor of wax, the warm smell of decay and soil, beat against my face, made my eyes smart, and conjured up a broken rainbow, which made a great display of color. All this aroused in me such an overwhelming astonishment that it dispelled my terror.
"Is it good?"
"What is it for?"
"It is a chapel," he explained. "Is it like one?"
"I don't know."
"And the sparrow is a dead person. Perhaps there will be relics of him, because he suffered undeservedly."
"Did you find him dead?"
"No. He flew into the shed and I put my cap over him and smothered him."
"But why?"
"Because I chose to."