Children of the Corn Page #5

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The man? Where?

Not him, He Who Walks

Behind The Rows.

- That's blasphemy.

- But, Malachai, I did.

I saw His shadow.

I was back there,

walking up the row,

Iooking for the sinner

or more of his footprints.

Only I didn't see any footprints because

the ground was all hard and powdery.

- I know.

- And all of a sudden it got darker

on my one side

and I looked over

and it was like the sun

was out on that side.

I could hear something

walking, breathing,

and the shadow

came up on the corn.

I couldn't catch my breath.

I thought he was coming for me

because Joseph--

I mean, Ahaz-- was my friend.

It was He Who Walks

Behind the Rows.

He passed right by me.

You had a vision, Naham.

You're very lucky, if it's true.

I swear it. I swear it is.

You may be the next prophet

once lsaac reaches

the age of favor.

- I don't wanna be a prophet.

- Do not blaspheme, Naham!

by the sun.

Yes, it is.

We won't stay in the corn after dark

if we don't find the man,

- will we?

- We will find him.

- But if we don't?

- We never stay in the corn after dark.

You know it's not wise.

Because of... him?

- Yes, because of him.

- He's very old, isn't he?

Yes, very old,

and the night is his time.

- You go that way. I'll go that way.

- Wait, I hear him.

Hey, this is my row.

No, Peter and I were here first.

He's right, Amos.

I see him! I see him!

It's the sinner!

- He's here! He's here! He's here!

- Shh.

Okay.

Come on!

Come on!

They're back!

Take these to the others.

It's Amos.

Let us pray.

Shut up.

lsaac:
"Be fruitful and multiply

as the corn multiplies, that my favor

be shewn you and be upon you.

Dear God, we beg

thy blessing on the crop.

In the name of He Who Walks

Behind The Rows."

All:
Amen.

The time of fertilization has come.

Oh sh*t.

Dead!

Ah! God!

God! Ah!

He's here! It's the sinner!

It's the sinner!

God is my strength.

It was He Who Walks

Behind The Rows.

Children:

The blue man. Yea, the blue man.

It's due west

back to the highway, right?

Right.

I'll hitch a ride.

I'll make

some phone calls.

Which way is it

back to the road?

Okay, I can go west by the stars.

I went on 61 patrols.

I came back from every one of them.

'Cause I've got

a compass in my head.

I'm gonna get out.

I'm gonna get out of here.

Stop talking to yourself.

Stop talking to yourself.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Oh my God.

Vicky. Vicky.

Who's there?

Who's there?!

Come out where I can see you,

you black pajama'd bastards!

Come out here!

Come out here and look at me!

Hey, Burt.

Come on, it's not so bad.

Being sacrificed by devil

pagan children in the corn--

it's not so bad.

Having your eyes ripped

out of your skull,

according to the laws of Moses--

it's not so bad.

It's all right.

Join me?

Last night, He Who Walks Behind

The Rows spoke to me in a dream,

and I did fall down

upon my knees in fright

and hide my eyes lest the terror

of his face strike me dead.

He is much displeased

with this sacrifice.

And the Lord did say, "Have I not

given you this place of killing

so that you might make

sacrifice here?

Have I not shewn you favor?

But I did give you a test.

Two outlanders did come--

a man and a woman.

But this man has made

a blasphemy within me

and did cause confusion

among you.

This man was strong

in his evil.

And so then I've completed

this sacrifice myself

Iike the blue man who tried

to escape many years ago."

The blue man.

Yea, the blue man.

"And so now

the age of favor is lowered

from 19 planting harvests to 18.

Each and every one of you will walk

into the corn at dusk

upon your 18th birthday

and He Who Walks Behind

The Rows will find you,

and you will walk with him."

So the Lord told me.

I obey the word of God.

- Praise God!

- All:
Praise God.

May the favor of He Who Walks

Behind The Rows be shewn

- and be upon you.

- Amen.

Scarecrow!

Never mind.

If it is God's will,

the children will continue on

as always, Ruth.

If it's God's will, yes.

Then why do you fear?

- I fear nothing.

- Please, Malachai.

I obey the will of God.

My birthday will come

in October after the harvest.

I barely lose one month.

Amos is losing almost

his entire 18th year.

If this is the will of God,

I wish there were no God!

Do not blaspheme!

Have a fine son, Ruth,

and raise him to love religion

and to hate the world.

Promise me.

I-- I can't.

Amos:

It's night now.

His time.

I know, Amos.

Goodbye, Malachai.

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