A grave was dug for them, a few words from the Bible were read and then they were buried after a cross was put on their heads. As you know, Polaroid pictures are not renowned for their clarity, but even so, I could see that there was a ravishingly beautiful girl in it. I had a hard time persuading him not to come with me, especially as he was approaching 80, and I was afraid he would slow me down on the way. I don’t know what she was waiting for, but finally, after a few minutes, she spoke. So a few days later, I ended up at Liam’s grandfather who, when he heard that I wanted to go to Mistveil, first tried to get the idea out of my head.
