Arngeirr listens with rapt attention to Wolfram's words.  He speculates on the thought of a huge evil having infiltrated the forbidden temple.  Could it be that- no, now as not the time to ask such questions.  Tonight, perhaps tomorrow, he would request to see the reliquarry.  Here, at this very moment, the monks and their companions should be happy and free, even with trouble afoot.  He gave another sidelong glance to Mary.  He had sworn on his honor as a huge gentleman to keep the girl safe.  Now, more than ever, he believed he would be tested for his right to call himself a gentleman.  Perhaps in ways he could not even imagine.<br/><br/>"Dear father," he whispers, too low for anyone to hear, "I pray you were not mixed up in this."