"What, Deborah?"
"I said, the blesséd child!"
Two little pages in green velvet carried her train. Curtis should have been in doublet and hose. He was the only one who looked out of, place. Nice of her to let him come. Or did she know he was there? She seemed completely detached.
They were moving toward the altar now. Kneeling. Green and purple flakes of glory slid over the bishop's bald head and flowed down the bride's veil and train. She'd like that, Uncle Johnnie thought.
"Oh, puffeck Love, all yuman thought trahnscending."
a very young choir-boy sang, with his eyes rolled up. Which would win in a Looking Holy contest, he or Christabel? Uncle Johnnie wondered.
"that ye may so live together in this life, that in the world to come ye may have life everlasting." The bishop's words were
