Kendall was so accustomed to seeing her give that harassed, His-Grace-is- greatly-to-be-pitied grin of hers that her tears were as alien as a star in the night sky to him. To think he'd believed earlier that he was never going to see her again and thanked Christ for it too. Now here he was, almost seeing Christ personally to attend to it right there beneath the rattling wheels of a flying barouche.

"Christ on the rocky road to Jerusalem, will you slow down? Must you do ...