With a visible sigh, the Bishop, upon her aproach stood, two of his aids helping him. With difficulty he bowed to her then turned to the altar to begin yet another round of prayers.<br/><br/>Ingram felt her falter, he moved so that he supported her more.<br/>"Come on Sonja, surely you aren't going to faint on me are you?"<br/>He squeezed her hand tightly as he whispered in her ear.<br/>"I thought you were made of sterner stuff than that...."<br/><br/>He paused the procession, allowing her to catch her breath, making it seem that it was part of what they were supposed to be doing.<br/>"A glass of water and a chair perhaps for the gentile little lady, overcome by the day?"