CHAPTER ELEVENI was aware that the family held a private service in the castle chapel, but when I found my way there like some clumsy wraith, only a little after dawn, it was silent, deserted. My misplaced contentment of the last two days had utterly vanished, squashed under a much more substantial dollop of reality; my head was full of yesterday’s events and the significance of Eszter Lázár’s recognition.
Somehow I had gone through the motions with the Lázárs, making conversation, smiling politely while I waited for her revelation. It hadn’t come. She had watched me. She had watched me a lot, with puzzlement and doubt, but she had said nothing, and as soon as I civilly could, I had left.
The chapel was surprisingly beautiful, a little dark perhaps, but the antique stained glass and wood
