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"To avoid spending any more energy than he has to," Joram amended, "though I see that
the sacerdotal question bothers you, too. I haven't even broached the subject of what he's
going to do about the priesthood yet. He may have to fake it a few times, for survival's
sake, but I don't think he can live that kind of sham indefinitely. However, that's not the
issue here. I agree that we have to take care of the memory problem as soon as possible.
What's going to be involved?"
Evaine worried the peel off a section of orange and popped it into her mouth. "Rhys or I
can give you details when we meet this evening, since I gather we're pressed for time right
now. There's no particular advance preparation to worry about no physical
accoutrements or setup, unlike some of the things we've done. The main thing is that we
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not be disturbed, of course. And, then, we have to figure out a way to get me into the no-
woman's-land of the archbishop's palace without arousing suspicion."
"That I can solve," Joram said with a smile. Setting down his cup, he reached beside him
where he had dropped what both of them had assumed was merely a cloak. A cloak there
was, its blue wool badged on the left shoulder with the crimson-and-silver Michaeline
insignia; but wrapped inside the cloak, so that it would have been undetectable to an
outside observer, was a dark blue Michaeline habit, complete with hooded cowl and
knotted scarlet cincture. As Joram pulled the habit from the folds of the cloak, he
motioned for Evaine to stand up. She grinned as he held the habit up in front of her.
"So I'm to be a monk, eh, brother?" she asked, blue eyes twinkling merrily.
Joram shrugged, obviously pleased with himself. "Can you think of a better way to get
you into no-woman's-land? If you knot your hair tightly and keep the cowl well down over
your face, I don't think you'll arouse a second glance. The cloak over it will help to disguise
your shape."
Evaine smiled as she sat down with the monkish robes in her lap.
"All right. What am I, a monk, doing in the vicar general's quarters that late at night?"
"I'll bring you," Joram said. "If anyone asks, the vicar general asked to see you on a
minor disciplinary matter. No one will question that. Besides, no one has any reason to
suspect that something is going on."
Rhys nodded thoughtfully. "It certainly sounds reasonable. And I can go there before the
two of you, to check on the state of my patient's health. Evaine, how long is this whole
thing going to take?"
"That depends on how many memories he's taken on. If Alister had been dead as long as
you think he was, Joram, then Father couldn't have gotten much and it shouldn't take
more than half an hour or so. If there were more memories than we think, then longer
perhaps two or three hours. I don't think any of us can last longer than that, so we'd better
hope that's all there are."
"And yet," Rhys said, "the more memories he can tap, the better chance he has of pulling
off the imposture. If he's determined to do it, pray God he does it right."
"Amen to that," Joram said.
The rest of the afternoon went more or less uneventfully, at least for Rhys and Evaine.
Faithful to their part in the deception, the two went to pay their respects to the dead man
under the MacRorie pall in the cathedral. There they even caught a glimpse of Camber, in
his other guise, kneeling with some of his Michaeline brethren in the choir stalls to either
side of the catafalque. The archbishop's choristers chanted the traditional psalms and
prayers, and the air was heavy with incense and with grief, which was all too tangible to
Deryni as sensitive as Evaine and Rhys.
Camber watched them enter the choir and kneel beside the bier, and from Evaine's
expression he almost wondered whether she really knew that he still lived. She walked
slowly, leaning on Rhys's arm with far more than the weight of her twenty-three years,
eyes dark-circled with grief and fatigue. Rhys looked resigned, but even the fire of his
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