“A pale hart, as white as a full moon, rears on its hind legs, trumpeting his arrival. A messenger from the netherworld, bringing a dire warning to sinners.”
I could only stare at him, and sadly shake my head.
“Seriously, that’s the best you can do?”
“This is a majestic, mythological beast.” He made a flamboyant gesture – a wide, sweeping flourish with both hands around the wooden, whitewashed deer.
With an audible sigh I walked away, searching the antique shop for a more appropriate mantle piece. Stopping mid-stride, I called over my shoulder.
“I suppose my sin is blasphemy?”