SOUL SORTING
25 JUNE (SAINT GUILHEM)
There was nothing to report from the cave that day. They were all still hunkered down. The only thing of unusual interest in the town was Guilhem getting drunk after church. Everyone watched with great interest and laid bets on how composed he would be.
Fiz won the bet. Guilhem was calm and courteous throughout. “It’s his temper you want to watch,” he warned, “Not the wine.”
“Watch out for wolves,” Ben reminded them. He said it once a week, like clockwork. He also said that they were highly unlikely to appear before winter. It was mid-summer. And Sylvia was sick and tired of being shut up in those caves. When she got back there would be data to process. Never-ending data. She had to get out.
She came back looking amused. “I saw the wolf and the wol
