His face turned gray as the church spire.

"I'm so sorry to tell you, Your Grace, but you came all this way for nothing." She peeled herself off the wall. Ignoring him, ignoring everything except the ground beneath her feet, she turned away, began to walk. Away from him. Away from everything in that second too. What he thought, about this, about her, had nothing to do with her.

"You're lying," he shouted after her.

"If that is what you want to believe, Your ...