"I've never seen anything like," Susan tells him, "save only what Alain showed me with the touch." She drifts to the wall and runs her fingers lightly over stone and woven tapestry, then moves slowly to stand in one of the beams of light that falls from the windows above. Susan looks up, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

"Don't thee ever tell them I said it, but this is prettier."