The Chaplain, turned out in regulation khaki jacket, parachutist"s wings on the right sleeve, three finger widths below the shoulder seam, Sam Browne and McKenzie tartan trews, stepped forward to meet them and brought Cliesh to my left side. Steve joined Catherine to our rear.
“We"re all relatives or friends of Isobel and Tim, and have an inkling of their story; prejudice and circumstances kept them apart for many years. That is a matter of regret, and we should rejoice now that they are together. They desire to affirm their love in front of God and you, their witnesses.” He glanced at the King James. “And I will betroth thee unto me for ever; yea I will betroth thee unto me in righteousness and lovingkindness, and in mercies.”
Cliesh chose our words. She turned to me, eyes shining. “My
