I look out over the cists, which are dispersed across the grounds in the most random possible order. “These are like the irregular temples then. There’s a logic to the pattern.”
“Precisely,” Tobias says, pulling something from the pocket of his Burberry trench coat. A paper. “I had to have a friend dig into some archives for me yesterday, since you hate the search for knowledge and stymy all attempts at scientific inquiry, and I managed to find the surveys from the excavation done on the chapel in your woods. Coupled with the Ordnance Survey of the valley at large, I was able to make this.” He unfolds the paper to show me a rough rendering of the monuments around Thornchapel. “Look familiar?”
I see it instantly. The way Tobias has drawn the landmarks—to miniature scale and with n
