Chapter 7Ian looked down at his body and then in the old wooden, full-length mirror that his father had rolled into the bedroom. “Well, at least we’re wearing white.”
Khnurn chuckled. “That we are, and a whole lot of it.”
“You had to mention the veil, didn’t you?” Ian asked, hoping that Khnurn could hear the laughter in his tone, since there was absolutely no way he could see Ian’s face under the modified bee keeper’s hat that he wore.
“I had no idea it would take us to this place,” Khnurn said.
“Nobody did,” Ian assured him.
“I’m just a little surprised that the monks are okay with it,” Khnurn said. “Do they know about us?”
“I’m sure they do,” Ian said. “Sometimes my mother likes to brag about her kids. Anyway, they’re Jesuits. They’re pretty open-minded.”
Khnurn shook his head. “M
