Chapter 29

Yes, he could see the Venerable’s white head passing out through the gateway, and the Venerable’s blue eyes taking in all that beauty, and the repose and the rightness of it. What an atmosphere! He remembered bringing his father to see the library, and his father’s bland progress past the books. Almost—he had bowed to them like a superior sort of shop walker. “O, damn! What a beast one is!” He turned quickly and retraced his steps. He made for the doorway in the Great Court where Kit Sorrell had his rooms. He saw t…