“Ah, yes. In a moment it will clear. Now what do you see?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Father Benedict tapped the toe of his slipper impatiently. “You are resisting the glass,” he muttered. “You do not believe.”
Penny continued to stare fixedly into the crystal ball. “It’s no use,” she said finally, pulling her eyes away. “Guess I haven’t enough of the witch in me!”
She stepped back from the dragon standard on which the globe stood, and for a minute was stone blind.
“I can’t see a thing!” she gasped in alarm.
“The optic nerve is paralyzed,” said the monk, steadying her as she swayed slightly. “Vision will be normal in a moment.”
“I’m beginning to distinguish objects now,” Penny admitted, reassured.
The monk released her arm. Seating himself before the crystal globe, he placed his hands on the polished surface.
“Now shall I try?” he suggested. “What would you like to know about the future?”