“Well, then, we will go quickly.”
With incredible speed we found ourselves within a large cathedral. Gloomy it was, yet grand, and as we arrived we heard the organ for the voluntary was playing.
“Why surely,” I cried, gazing about me, “we are back on earth.”
He shook his head.
“No. It’s a good imitation. Splendid, isn’t it?”
“But, pardon me, I recognise this building—”
“One very like it, that is all. This is part of Vestasian’s town house, and knowing you were coming he has built people up from stunted souls. He is considerate.”
“At the expense of others.”
“Oh! we are all that,” Plucritus rejoined. He put his arm through mine. “Come and stand under the shadow of this monument; we can then see without being seen. But perhaps you would like to say a prayer. We will go into the choir stalls, there are stools there and the view is better.”
We went to the stalls he mentioned unnoticed.