And his own Image was sitting beside him, pondering deeply and sighing, and when he put out his hand and touched him he shuddered.

But do not say that he touched him, say that they touched him.

And when they looked at the space between them, they wept. The church trembled as the sun rose and fell, and the half-light was strewn across the floor like rushes. They were face to face, and yet they looked past one another at the pattern which they cast upon the stone; for when there was a shape there was a reflection, and when there was a light there was a shadow, and when there was a sound there was an echo, and who could say where one had ended and the other had begun? And when they spoke they spoke with one voice: and I must have slept, for all these figures greeted me as if they were in a dream. The light behind them effaced their features and I could see only the way they turned their heads, both to left and to right. The dust covered their feet and I could see only the direction of their dance, both backwards and forwards. And when I went among them, they touched fingers and formed a circle around me; and, as we came closer, all the while we moved further apart. Their words were my own but not my own, and I found myself on a winding path of smooth stones. And when I looked back, they were watching one another silently.

And then in my dream I looked down at myself and saw in what rags I stood; and I am a child again, begging on the threshold of eternity.

Acknowledgments

Any relation to real people, either living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I have employed many sources in the preparation of Hawksmoor, but this version of history is my own invention. I would like to express my obligation to Iain Sinclair's poem, Lud Heat, which first directed my attention to the stranger characteristics of the London churches.

About the Author

Peter Ackroyd was born in London in 1949 and was educated at Cambridge and Yale universities. He was literary editor of the Spectator for several years and chief book reviewer for The Times. He has published several volumes of poetry, including The Diversions of Purley. He is the author of The Great Fire of London; The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde (Somerset Maugham Prize, 1984); Hawksmoor (Whitbread Award and Guardian Fiction Prize, 1985); Chatterton; First Light; English Music; The House of Dr Dee; Dan Lena and the Limehouse Golem; and Milton in America.

His highly acclaimed biographies include T. S. Eliot: A Life (Whitbread and Heinemann Awards, 1984), Dickens, William Blake and London: The Biography. Many of his books are published by Penguin.