Chapter 41

           OutsideCastelGandolfo,anupdraftofmountainairgushedoverthetopofthecliffandacrossthehighbluff,sendingachillthroughBishopAringarosaashesteppedfromtheFiat.Ishouldhavewornmorethanthiscassock,hethought,fightingthereflextoshiver.Thelastthingheneededtoappeartonightwasweakorfearful.

           Thecastlewasdarksavethewindowsattheverytopofthebuilding,whichglowedominously.Thelibrary,Aringarosathought.Theyareawakeandwaiting.Heduckedhisheadagainstthewindandcontinuedonwithoutsomuchasaglancetowardtheobservatorydomes.

           Thepriestwhogreetedhimatthedoorlookedsleepy.HewasthesamepriestwhohadgreetedAringarosafivemonthsago,albeittonighthedidsowithmuchlesshospitality.«Wewereworriedaboutyou,Bishop,»thepriestsaid,checkinghiswatchandlookingmoreperturbedthanworried.

           «Myapologies.Airlinesaresounreliablethesedays.»

           Thepriestmumbledsomethinginaudibleandthensaid,»Theyarewaitingupstairs.Iwillescortyouup.»

           Thelibrarywasavastsquareroomwithdarkwoodfromfloortoceiling.Onallsides,toweringbookcasesburgeonedwithvolumes.Thefloorwasambermarblewithblackbasalttrim,ahandsomereminderthatthisbuildinghadoncebeenapalace.

           «Welcome,Bishop,»aman’svoicesaidfromacrosstheroom.

           Aringarosatriedtoseewhohadspoken,butthelightswereridiculouslylowmuchlowerthantheyhadbeenonhisfirstvisit,wheneverythingwasablaze.Thenightofstarkawakening.

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