The Valkyries

hallway seemed immense, the thing was stronger now—he was no longer counting records, books, pencils, silverware. There was no place to hide.
    “Running water.”
    The thought came from some far comer of his mind, some place that the darkness had not seemed to penetrate. Running water! Yes, there was a power in darkness, in delirium, in madness—but there were other things!
    “Running water,” he said to her, as he bathed his face. “Running water keeps the evil away.”
    She heard the certainty in his voice. He knew, he knew everything. He would save her.
    He turned the shower on, and they both huddled under it—with their clothing, their documents, their money. The cold water moistened their bodies, and, for the first time since he had awakened, he experienced a sense of relief. The dizziness vanished. They stayed for two or three hours under the spray, without speaking, shivering from fear and the cold. They stepped out only once, to phone Argelia and tell her to do the same thing. The dizziness returned, and they had to flee back into the shower. There, everything seemed calm, but they needed desperately to understand what was happening.
    “I never believed it,” he said.
    She looked at him, not understanding. Two years earlier, they had been two hippies, without a cent to their name, and now his songs were being heard all over the country. He was at the peak of success—even though few people knew his name; and he had been saying that it was all the result of the rituals, the occult studies, the power of magic.
    “I never believed it,” he continued. “Or I never would have walked those paths! I never would have risked myself, or you.”
    “Do something, for the love of God!” she said. “We can’t stay here in the shower forever!”
    He left the shower again, checking whether the dizziness and the black hole were still there. He went to the bookcase and came back with the Bible. He had a Bible in the house only so that he could read from the Revelation to John, be certain about the reign of the Beast. He had done everything as called for by the Beast’s followers—and, in his heart, he had believed none of it.
    “Let’s pray to God,” he said. He felt ridiculous, demoralized before this woman whom he had tried to impress for all those years. He was weak, he was going to die. He had to humiliate himself, beg for forgiveness. What was most important now was the saving of his soul. In the end, everything was true.
    He embraced the Bible, and recited prayers he had learned as a child—Our Father, Hail Mary, the Creed. She refused at the beginning, and then recited them with him.
    Then he opened the book at random. The water poured down on the pages, but he was able to read the story of someone who had asked something of Jesus, and Jesus said that he must maintain the faith. The man answered: “Lord, I believe—help me in my incredulity.”
    “Lord, I believe, help me in my incredulity!” he shouted through the sound of the falling water.
    “Lord, I believe, help me in my incredulity!” he said in a whisper, through his sobs.
    He began to feel strangely calm. If the terrible evil they had experienced really existed, then it was true that the kingdom of heaven did, as well, and along with it, everything else that he had learned and then denied throughout his life.
    “The eternal life exists,” he said, knowing that he would never again believe in those words. “I don’t care if I die. You cannot fear death, either.”
    “I’m not afraid,” she answered. “I’m not afraid, but I think it’s unfair. It’s a pity.”
    They were only twenty-six. It really was a pity.
    “We have been through everything someone our age could have experienced,” he answered. “Most people haven’t even come close.”
    “That’s true,” she said. “We can die.”
    He lifted his face, and the sound of the water in his ears seemed like thunder. He was no longer crying, nor afraid; he was only paying the price for his insolence.
    “Lord, I believe, help me in my incredulity,” he repeated. “We want to make an exchange. We offer you anything, absolutely anything, in return for the salvation of our souls. We offer our lives, or everything we own. Please accept, my lord.”
    She looked at him with contempt. The man she had admired so. The powerful, mysterious, courageous man she had so admired, who had convinced so many people
with regard to the Alternative Society, who had preached about a