Idony Forrest Cuts Tracery

At Pale Quarry above the Lake Road, Idony Forrest cut the tracery of a rose window into pale stone meant for a wall that will not stand for a century. Far down the valley the Antswarm’s bell rang its link, and she kept her chisel moving, each tap a small word for pilgrims who will one day stand under the glass. She will never see it set. She has stopped minding that, most days.