Chapter 231: The Statue of Sorrow
"Of course," Edmund said softly. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and wiped her face with a clean handkerchief.
Primrose looked up at him and asked, "So ... what do we do now?"
Edmund’s gaze shifted toward the stone temple behind them. "We have to pray before the altar of the Moon Goddess. That’s the tradition."
Primrose simply nodded in response, then followed Edmund as they walked toward the temple entrance. The path was lined with moon-shaped stones, their edges worn down by centuries of footsteps.
As they stepped into the temple, Primrose suddenly felt that the air inside was cooler, and perhaps it was just her imagination, but her exhaustion also seemed to fade little by little as she breathed in the temple air.
They continued walking toward the altar, but just before they reached it, Primrose came to an abrupt stop.
Her eyes had fallen upon a statue standing to the left of the altar, partially hidden in the shadows.
It was the figure of a woman draped in flowing robes, her head bowed, a white veil covering her face. Yet even beneath the shadows, one could still see her lips slightly parted in sorrow, and faint trails of stone-carved tears running down her cheeks.
For some reason, Primrose could feel the sadness and sorrow radiating from the statue. She took a step closer, drawn to it. "What is this statue?" she whispered.
Edmund followed her gaze. "They call her The Mourning Veil."
"The Mourning Veil ..." Primrose reached out to touch the statue.
Her fingers trailed lightly along the edge of the stone veil, just above the curve of the statue’s cheek. The cold marble sent a shiver through her skin, but she didn’t pull away.