“We must do whatever our King and our Lord ask, for to serve them is our only purpose in this mortal life!” The flush on Father Herbert"s face spread and darkened like the culmination of his oration.
Louis slumped in his high-backed armchair, shoulders slumping, clearly disappointed the sycophantic sermon ended. He lowered his face, the self-deprecating grin slipping off the corners of his mouth.
Jeanne"s hands, poised peacefully upon her lap during the sermon, began to wring once more like a washerwoman wrings a drenched cloth. Silently she cursed the brevity of the thirty-minute service. With a sidelong glance down the pew, she dared a glimpse of her father"s countenance.
Like the priest"s, his face burned crimson as if all the blood in his body congealed beneath is thin, white carapa
