“No hell!” Molios the Saint stared at the wood-man in blank amaze.
“No hell!” he said again; “and is there no heaven?”
“A hell there is, and a heaven there is: but not what Colum taught, and you taught.”
“Doth Christ live?”
“I know not.”
“And Mary?”
“I know not.”
“And God the Father?”
“I know not.”
“It is a lie that you have upon your lips. Sure, Cathal, you shall be dead indeed soon, to the glory of God. For I shall have thy dust scattered to the four winds, and thy bones consumed in flame, and a stake be driven through the place where thou wast.”