Genet watched from above as the workers laid the tiles. He had arranged them.
Abal stood beside him, awaiting his command. Genet ignored the pilgrim and watched as the image formed below him.
Across hours of work, Ephrim’s face appeared amidst the tiles. As it did Genet felt an ache he could not endure without weeping, so he did.
Finally Abal said, “It is nearly complete.”
“Yes,” said Genet. “Our prophet’s face will look upon our work again.”
Abal bowed. “Pardon me, brother, but I was speaking of the Ring.”
Genet’s expression hardened. “Yes. Of course.” Let God’s vengeance come.