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Chapter 83

           »Hesteppedaside,flourishinghisarmtowardtheattractivecouplebehindthem.Thewomanwassoft-featured,withlushburgundyhair.Themanwastall,dark-haired,andlookedvaguelyfamiliar.

           Thealtarboyhadnoideahowtorespond.SirChristopherWrenwastheTempleChurch’smostfamousbenefactor.HehadmadepossiblealltherestorationsfollowingdamagecausedbytheGreatFire.Hehadalsobeendeadsincetheearlyeighteenthcentury.«Um…anhonortomeetyou?»

           Themanoncrutchesfrowned.«Goodthingyou’renotinsales,youngman,you’renotveryconvincing.WhereisFatherKnowles?»

           «It’sSaturday.He’snotdueinuntillater.»

           Thecrippledman’sscowldeepened.«There’sgratitude.Heassuredushewouldbehere,butitlookslikewe’lldoitwithouthim.Itwon’ttakelong.»

           Thealtarboyremainedblockingthedoorway.«I’msorry,whatwon’ttakelong?»

           Thevisitor’seyessharpenednow,andheleanedforwardwhisperingasiftosaveeveryonesomeembarrassment.«Youngman,apparentlyyouarenewhere.EveryyearSirChristopherWren’sdescendantsbringapinchoftheoldman’sashestoscatterintheTemplesanctuary.Itispartofhislastwillandtestament.Nobodyisparticularlyhappyaboutmakingthetrip,butwhatcanwedo?»

           Thealtarboyhadbeenhereacoupleofyearsbuthadneverheardofthiscustom.«Itwouldbebetterifyouwaiteduntilnine-thirty.Thechurchisn’topenyet,andI’mnotfinishedhoovering.»

           Themanoncrutchesglaredangrily.

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