The door of the common room opened, and Lazarus saw Chris enter with
a youth his own age, who he found vaguely familiar. He had sat in reflective silence for the last
hour since Adam had gone to bed. And
now—
“Lazarus”, Chris
said jovially, with tired strain etched into his aging face, “I would like you
to meet Peter, who will be staying for the night. Could you please see him to room number
four?”
“Certainly. Where were you?”
“Out for a little
boat ride and that’s where we met. He’s
leaving the country tomorrow but needs a safe place for the night. Now if you don’t mind, I should be off to bed
soon.”
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