porkyandthemob

The priest heard the commotion and made his way to the foyer.  Seeing the drunkard on the floor, he helped him up and brought him threw the doors.  Another priest joined him.  They pulled him across the back of the nave – through more, old, oak doors and into a study of sorts.  They laid him down on a red sofa along the wall.  The first priest made a cross with his hand and gave a smile of encouragement to the unconscious man.  The main hall of the cathedral was vast – made up of the nave, transept and apse.  Each section was noted by a new set of columns.  There were 86 columns in total, each soaring to majestic heights.  The ceiling loomed over 50 meters high.  The top of the columns blossomed out into arches, forming the ribs of the ceiling.  The columns were of volcanic rock too, but they had a reddish-purple color.  Unlike most other cathedrals and their smooth marble and other precious stones, the volcanic stone was rough.  It would cut anyone that brushed up against it.