Shetried to smile, but the pain from the mark forced her to grimace. "It's the mark, it's burning on me, but not on you. I know what I have to do."

Slowly but surely, she arose and sprinkled some powder into the fire, "Father, speak to me."

Looking back at Archie, whislt clinging to her arm, she said, "This is the way Father let's me know he wishes to speak with me."