It is licensed only for use by the original purchaser. Making copies of this work or distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines or imprisonment. Chapter One HONORIA GOODHAM was in church as usual. At the age of eighteen, she sometimes felt that most of her young life had been spent on her knees in church. Her parents were very religious. She had been with them to matins, and now it was evensong with the dark night shrouding the village outside and the wind whistling mournfully down from the Yorkshire moors and making the tall candles on the altar flicker and dance. Shadows like the demons that had just entered Honoria's life danced up the lime-washed walls of the old building.The vicar intoned the words of the twelfth psalm, and the words wound in and out of her troubled brain.“Help me, Lord, for there is not one godly man left: for the faithful are minished from among the children of men.“They talk of vanity every one with his neighbor: they do but flatter with their lips and dissemble in their double heart.”Her parents surely had double hearts and were possessed of vanity, thought Honoria miserably.Her mind slid back to that morning after matins.
