I said. “She won’t hear you.” He didn’t look round. “Be quiet,” he said. I rather like the acoustics in the Temple. You can hear the slightest sound, clear as a bell, but no annoying echo. I watched him take a moment to compose his mind and return it to sublime thoughts after my boorish interruption. He bowed his head, and his lips started to move. He was mumbling his way through the Greater Confession. “You have to mean it,” I said. This time he turned round and scowled at me. “What would you know about anything?” he snapped. “Stupid bloody woman.” I pointed out that the Goddess was a woman too. “Get out,” he said. I put his foul temper and terrible manners down to a guilty conscience. There’s something about the Temple. Kings, princes, great lords temporal and spiritual seem to feel it more than most—a sort of horribly insistent sense of perspective; the bigger you are, the more it gets to you.
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