His rational mind told him they would wait to burn her, as it was raining like all the Saints were tearing. Mayhap they were, he thought bitterly. He ...ad shed his share while he rode. With single mindedness he rode. He had to reach the keep. He had to save her. ~~~~~~~ They’d thrown me in a chamber up stairs, though quite honestly, I didn’t know why. Tilda was dead. I closed my eyes, and could see them again. What they did to her. Bile rushed up my throat and I heaved up into the rushes. I. ”I felt the truth of his words and it was like he had run me through with a sword. I was speechless. It took me a couple of days to process what he had told me. He was in fact, correct. In my heart, I had killed God. Nobody is home or on the throne.It’s a liberating, yet lonely thought. All my life, I have been told of a loving Father which is an image I clung to as I never had one. The Christian faith is burned deep into my soul/mind and even though I have no “faith” I still find comfort in. Nations can have more greed than other nations. Almost like the stars, we want more hydrogen. The more we gather, the brighter we become. The human race knew that more was better. That was what could be defined in the last 500 years to even today. It was built in human nature, and we had to carry it out. The results would be staggering...It could be described that humanity was on a collision course with itself. “More was better,” was turning into a system that would implode. By the early 21st. If she only realized she was one of three women in my life, so far. She was to be a longtime partner and mother to any children I might father in future. The other was a naked beauty that made love to me like an angel who had borne two children to me. The third was my daughter, Susie. Jack was also in that special category.Sally’s new husband was a great bloke. I was at their wedding but I found it hard to look him in the eye and tell him how lucky he was to have her. I hoped he would never.