It was a huge room with a domed ceiling, the outgoing high up. The central point of the dome could be seen opening. And right below it on the floor lay a stone circle with sacred signs. Sabur got to the center of the circle, joined hands, clasped them to his chest and closed his eyes. Stone circle off the floor and began to climb. Going into the hole of the dome, he turned around and clicking locks stopped.
The Archbishop opened his eyes. He stood in the spacious and bright room. It was the holy of holies – the chapel Narfeya. There are only Sabur could talk to God, who was sitting on his throne, holding a large shiny ball. To his right, closer to the center of the chapel, stood the sacred mirror. If you rotate it around its axis, it can be seen all over the country Narfeya. Sabur long stood at the mirror. He saw the smoke of fires, destroyed and burned the city and village, the corpses of humans and animals.
And crowds of lunatics who destroyed everything in sight. Moving away from the mirror, he sat before God on the floor, legs crossed in front of chest and joining hands. Closing his eyes, Sabur began to read the prayer. Soon he body off the floor and hung in the air in the face of God. The next morning, the archbishop called all the holy fathers and tell them the will of God. The country must turn to the desert and buried under a layer of sand, a dangerous infection.