It was a great congregation, and I was far away in the background, but I heard.

I remember the rustle, too, the little moaning, indrawn breath of emotion when the people rose to their feet.

Take heart, Bishop.

I will remind you once more of your own words `These are the days of purification.'" The two men separated.

The Bishop walked thoughtfully towards the Strand, his hands clasped behind his back, the echo of those quoted words of his still in his ear.