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Armand was shattered, broken, on his knees, the blood tears running straight down his cheeks, horrid streaks on the white flesh

Humbled and confounded, David h the air, her hands still stretching it wide Keenly, he studied ure of Armand, the lost child in his exquisite velvet and lace now stained with his tears

"Lestat," Dora cried, tears gushing, "you have brought ht it to all of us Don't you see? Memnoch lost! Memnoch was defeated God won! God used Memnoch for his own ends, he led Men God has triumphed!"

"No, Dora, no! You can't believe that," I shouted "What if it isn't the truth? What if it was all a pack of tricks Dora!"

She shot past me down the corridor and out the door We three stood stunned We could hear the elevator descending She had the veil!

"David, what is she going to do? David, help me "

"Who can help us now?" asked David, but it ithout conviction or bitterness, only that pondering, that endless pondering

"Armand, take hold of yourself You cannot surrender to this," he said

His voice was sad

But Armand was lost

"Why?" Armand asked He was just a child now on his knees

"Why?"

This is how he o when Marius had come to free hiht into the palace of the Undead

"Why can't I believe it? Oh, my God, I do believe it It is the face of Christ!"

He cliedly, step by step, after her