Arthur seemed to be struggling against an overwhelming reluctance to reply. He overcame it at last, merely out of politeness, Paul felt, more than any sense of moral obligation.
“Just observe, Reverend Milton. Don"t react. That"s the best way to find out what"s happening here.” Arthur suddenly looked helpless even, Paul thought, a little scared. “Talk to Dodds. He knows everything. Please, I can"t answer any more questions.”
When Arthur had gone Paul read his prayer book by a brightly-burning fire. He read the words, but they had lost all meaning.
Images of dead locals and brown-robed monks tore at his emotions and paralysed his intellect. As he put the book unhappily aside Sarah bounded in, radiant and over-excited.
“What a wonderful place!” she exclaimed.
“What is?” he asked, confus
