Reliques cachées

The panel with no caption, because concealment gets none: beneath the altar Harold swore on lie hidden relics he could not see. The hidden thing is awake, and it is not angry — which is worse.

The Buried Saints

Cold yé-yé, close and hushed, sung by the bones under the cloth: 'Nous dormions dans l'or et le noir.'

Note

The tapestry names everything except this. Sylvaine gives the silence a verse.