Urged by the crop of a squat driver, a brace of four horses pulled a green canvas carriage across the plain toward the church. The gazebo’s location south and west of the holy edifice afforded him a view of the right side of the vehicle, traveling northeast from the center of town. In its window he saw the face of a woman and a very old person whose gender was hard to determine. Dicky knew that he never wanted to be that old. He looked back at the Danfords, both of whom stood at the main entrance in the rear church, awaiting the newest arrival. The situation seemed mundane, though Dicky knew that a carriage was a likely place for villains to hide themselves; he raised his hand mirror, tilted it to catch the sun and flashed his concern to the Danfords. The carriage stopped ten yards from the church facade; Oswell waved his right hand at the new arrivals, said something and looked over at his brother. Two women descended from the carriage; each was birdlike and silver haired. They said eight words to Oswell; a moment later, he and Godfrey walked to the vehicle and removed a wooden wheelchair.
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