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His
hand
slipped
,
flopped
like
a
rag
doll
's
into
his
scarlet
lap
as
he
sank
into
a
chair
.
"
Dead
?
"
he
asked
slowly
.
"
Dane
dead
?
"
"
Yes
.
He
was
drowned
six
days
ago
in
Crete
,
rescuing
some
women
from
the
sea
.
"
He
leaned
forward
,
put
his
hands
over
his
face
.
"
Dead
?
"
she
heard
him
say
indistinctly
.
"
Dane
dead
?
My
beautiful
boy
!
He
ca
n't
be
dead
!
Dane
--
he
was
the
perfect
priest
--
all
that
I
could
n't
be
.
What
I
lacked
he
had
.
"
His
voice
broke
.
"
He
always
had
it
--
that
was
what
we
all
recognized
--
all
of
us
who
are
n't
perfect
priests
.
Dead
?
Oh
,
dear
Lord
!
"
"
Do
n't
bother
about
your
dear
Lord
,
Ralph
,
"
said
the
stranger
sitting
opposite
him
.
"
You
have
more
important
things
to
do
.
I
came
to
ask
for
your
help
--
not
to
witness
your
grief
.
I
've
had
all
those
hours
in
the
air
to
go
over
the
way
I
'd
tell
you
this
,
all
those
hours
just
staring
out
the
window
at
the
clouds
knowing
Dane
is
dead
.
After
that
,
your
grief
has
no
power
to
move
me
.
"
Yet
when
he
lifted
his
face
from
his
hands
her
dead
cold
heart
bounded
,
twisted
,
leaped
.
It
was
Dane
's
face
,
with
a
suffering
written
upon
it
that
Dane
would
never
live
to
feel
.
Oh
,
thank
God
!
Thank
God
he
's
dead
,
can
never
now
go
through
what
this
man
has
,
what
I
have
.
Better
he
's
dead
than
to
suffer
something
like
this
.
"
How
can
I
help
,
Meggie
?
"
he
asked
quietly
,
suppressing
his
own
emotions
to
don
the
soul-deep
guise
of
her
spiritual
counselor
.
"
Greece
is
in
chaos
.
They
've
buried
Dane
somewhere
on
Crete
,
and
I
ca
n't
find
out
where
,
when
,
why
.
Except
I
suppose
that
my
instructions
directing
that
he
be
flown
home
were
endlessly
delayed
by
the
civil
war
,
and
Crete
is
hot
like
Australia
.
When
no
one
claimed
him
,
I
suppose
they
thought
he
had
no
one
,
and
buried
him
.
"
She
leaned
forward
in
her
chair
tensely
.
"
I
want
my
boy
back
,
Ralph
,
I
want
him
found
and
brought
home
to
sleep
where
he
belongs
,
on
Drogheda
.
I
promised
Jims
I
'd
keep
him
on
Drogheda
and
I
will
,
if
I
have
to
crawl
on
my
hands
and
knees
through
every
graveyard
on
Crete
.
No
fancy
Roman
priest
's
tomb
for
him
,
Ralph
,
not
as
long
as
I
'm
alive
to
put
up
a
legal
battle
.
He
's
to
come
home
.
"
"
No
one
is
going
to
deny
you
that
,
Meggie
,
"
he
said
gently
.
"
It
's
consecrated
Catholic
ground
,
which
is
all
the
Church
asks
.
I
too
have
requested
that
I
be
buried
on
Drogheda
.
"
