When he returned, a moment or so afterwards, he found Sir Rowland standing by the lifeless body of his sister. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. . His mind was filled briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that danced like a spider in his head. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. Let me take the satchel, sir.
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