There was a wide expanse of open ground to set the Temple apart from the rest of the city, a large park with artificial grass and no trees. Wayne and John strode across it and climbed the long series of steps to the front door. There were other men around them coming and going all the time. The Temple was a busy place, obviously one of the few places in the Holy City that had any action going. Wayne took some small comfort in that. As powerful as Rondel’s mind was to sustain this whole world, he still could only concentrate his main attention on a couple of things at a time.
Inside the door, the two men were stopped by a guard in the standard silver lamé uniform. “Have you come to pray or chastise?”
“Uh, I’m not sure,” Wayne began in what he hoped was a properly meek voice. “We just ente
