“I don’t know,” Matthew replied. “I went down to see her, she was gone. It’s not the most important thing right now.”
Timidly, Brother Lucius said:
“Tell us what we have to do, Teacher.” Matthew’s eyes rested on the boy. He remembered the night in The Temple at Chesterfield Gardens that seemed now to have been in another lifetime. He asked now:
“What do you feel?”
Lucius’ eyes shone.
“Agony.”
“Right. Agony. We have always known this moment would come, when we would be tested in the fire - and it will be, as Brother Lucius says, agony, and we shall all, as I have told you, survive it. I am one.”
“We are many.”
“Here is where they taught me their kind of agony,” Matthew stamped on the symbol on the floor. He backed up until he stood outside the four sections that had formed the false
