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But
you
ought
to
look
at
him
from
the
seekers
’
gallery
below
us
–
looking
up
at
him
and
with
entirely
different
music
.
Entirely
.
Heavy
music
,
with
subsonics
in
it
,
I
believe
it
is
–
reminds
’
em
of
their
sins
.
Now
this
room
is
a
Happy
Thoughts
meditation
chamber
for
high
officials
of
the
Church
–
I
often
come
here
and
sit
and
smoke
a
cigar
for
an
hour
if
I
’
m
feeling
the
least
bit
low
.
"
"
Please
,
Senator
!
"
"
Oh
,
certainly
.
You
just
wait
outside
,
m
’
dear
.
Mr
.
Smith
,
you
stay
as
long
as
you
like
.
"
Jubal
said
,
"
Senator
,
hadn
’
t
we
best
get
on
into
the
services
?
"
They
all
left
.
Jill
was
shaking
and
squeezed
Mike
’
s
hand
–
she
had
been
scared
silly
that
Mike
might
do
something
to
that
grisly
exhibit
–
and
get
them
all
lynched
,
or
worse
.
Two
guards
,
dressed
in
uniforms
much
like
the
Cherubim
but
more
ornate
,
thrust
crossed
spears
in
their
path
when
they
reached
the
portal
of
the
Sanctuary
.
Boone
said
reprovingly
,
"
Come
,
come
!
These
pilgrims
are
the
Supreme
Bishop
’
s
personal
guests
.
Where
are
their
badges
?
"
The
confusion
was
straightened
out
,
the
badges
produced
and
with
them
their
door
prize
numbers
.
A
respectful
usher
said
,
"
This
way
,
Bishop
,
"
and
led
them
up
wide
stairs
and
to
a
center
box
directly
facing
the
stage
.
Boone
stood
back
for
them
to
go
in
.
"
You
first
,
little
lady
.
"
There
followed
a
tussle
of
wills
;
Boone
wanted
to
sit
next
to
Mike
in
order
to
answer
his
questions
.
Harshaw
won
and
Mike
sat
between
Jill
and
Jubal
,
with
Boone
on
the
aisle
.
The
box
was
roomy
and
luxurious
,
with
very
comfortable
,
self
-
adjusting
seats
,
ash
trays
for
each
seat
and
drop
tables
for
refreshments
folded
against
the
rail
in
front
of
them
.
Their
balcony
position
placed
them
about
fifteen
feet
over
the
heads
of
the
congregation
and
not
more
than
a
hundred
feet
from
the
altar
.
In
front
of
it
a
young
priest
was
warming
up
the
crowd
,
shuffling
to
the
music
and
shoving
his
heavily
muscled
arms
back
and
forth
,
fists
clenched
,
like
pistons
.
His
strong
bass
voice
joined
the
choir
from
time
to
time
,
then
he
would
lift
it
in
exhortation
:
"
Up
off
your
behinds
!
What
are
you
waiting
for
?
Gonna
let
the
Devil
catch
you
napping
’
?
"
