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The clergymen I had agreed to see didn’t fit with the décor of my office. They were a pair of clashing presences in their ceremonial raiment. Or perhaps this was day-to-day wear for them, costumes at once doleful and grandiloquent. I recognized their species, of course; those lupine heads, the crafty eyes, short spiky fur that covered the bodies. It was their use of Honrah’s name that had secured this appointment with me. Now I already regretted granting it. I had buried the past under years of struggle and accomplishment. I didn’t wish to dislodge those stones, to disinter what