The Vorrh

friends’ experience together; it was all shared, in moments that existed forever.
    They entered a small clearing that felt virgin, untouched – the animals and plants seemed surprised to see them, and dropped their normal attention, their continuum, to acknowledge the presence of the strangers, before vanishing into the sound of parting leaves. Seil Kor walked ahead and into the middle of the clearing, looking intently at the ground.
    The Frenchman examined the perimeter and was amazed to find dozens of tracks leading away from the space. They were regular, but overgrown, like paths leading out from the centre of a clock face. The path at four o’clock was the widest, as if made by a beast much larger than the others. He assumed the assortment of animals had come from various directions to drink or eat at the clearing, but he could find no trace of water or food, nothing that might obviously attract them. He turned to his friend, and found him standing in the middle of the space, a yellow book in his hand: here was the answer. He walked over to the black man, who was gleaming blue in the mottled light and wore an expression of agitation tinged with magnitude.
    ‘Seil Kor?’ he asked. ‘What is it?’
    ‘This is the place,’ the black man said quietly. ‘I was here before. This is where he lived.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Saint Antonius,’ he said, barely whispering. ‘See the ground, look! There is still a scar of his shelter.’
    The Frenchman’s eyes examined the space, which did seem to have an indentation, or a scar. It looked like the rectangular footprint of a hut or small house, drawn in the plant growth of discolouration, faint and without significance. He might have walked straight across it without noticing anything was there.
    ‘This is where he lived, centuries ago; his simple home was in this place.’
    ‘How do you know?’ questioned the Frenchman, uneasily.
    ‘This is the place I told you about, that my father brought me to, when I was young; he told me the story, showed me the signs, just before I was confirmed into the true faith. We prayed here together that day.’ Seil Kor looked at his friend. ‘This is why I agreed to come with you here, so that you might touch this sacred place and see the way. We can pray together here. That is why I brought you.’
    The Frenchman was astonished with this revelation. He felt a shiver of anger against his friend, an emotion he thought he had shed, something that felt most out of key in this place. The moment was a towering mistake that shuddered louder than the trees and longer than the metal rail that brought them here, to the centre of nowhere.
    ‘I came to see the forest,’ he said, with controlled limpness.
    Far too quickly, Seil Kor answered, ‘This is not a place for seeing, for curiosity! Nor is it a place to be observed and then forgotten. It is sacred and all-knowing, men must give themselves here, sacrifice some part or all of themselves. You cannot walk in and out as you please; it is not a park, or a city garden.’
    There was a pause, when only the ringing in their ears was present, sounding the sudden iron in their distance. The jaw locks at such moments, as if waiting for the noise and hurt to stop resounding. The animals and birds that first held the clearing had long since departed, the rising tidal wave of conflict driving them out through the trees. Seil Kor’s next words were far too loud, but they snapped the tension.
    ‘I told you, journeys here are limited; this will be my last and I give it to you. I have never met a more needy man. I bring you for salvation, it is your only chance.’
    He then knelt, opened the book, and began to read out loud; the book was of vellum and loosely bound. He read about Eden, after the expulsion; it was a different version of Genesis that the Frenchman had not heard, dense with local details and obscure references. His patience waned; he was disappointed by his friend’s motivations. Their expedition had been spoiled for him, turned into a grotesque, evangelical ruse, a trick to convert him to a gibbering Christianity of Old Testament nonsense. He turned his back and walked out of the clearing, leaving the droning voice to recite the names of angels. He would wait for him at the station and there explain his inbuilt resistance to this kind of thing.
    He marched down the track, talking under his breath, rehearsing all the lessons he would have to teach Seil Kor if their friendship was to