The ruffles at his wrist, soft, fine, and perfumed, brushed her forehead and her eyes.

"The path through your labyrinth to its beechen heart was hard to find," he continued, "but I can easily retrace it.

No, trouble not yourself, child.
Stay for a time where you are.

I wish to speak to the minister alone." His hand was lifted.

Audrey felt rather than saw him go.