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Hagia Sophia. St. Mark’s, in Venice. ‘What is this place?’ I asked him.

'That information is classified, I’m afraid.’

I looked around curiously. It seemed that I was the only visitor.

'Is it open to the public?’ I said.

'Not generally, no.’

I looked at him. There was so much I wanted to ask him, so much I wanted to say; but somehow I knew there wasn’t time and even if there was, that it was all, somehow, beside the point.

'Are you happy here?’ I said at last.

He considered this for a moment. 'Not particularly,’ he said.

'But you’re not very happy where you are, either.’

St. Basil’s, in Moscow. Chartres. Salisbury and Amiens. He glanced at his watch.

'I hope you’ll excuse me,’ he said, 'but I’m late for an appointment.’

He turned from me and walked away. I watched his back receding down the long, gleaming hall.”

2

“Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.