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Allez! Vite!

Mon Dieu!

Non! Non!

Non!

I'm going to ask for the biggest plate of ham

and eggs they've got.

How have the meals been at St. Eligius?

Not too bad.

Though asking for a second helping

is treated as a mortal sin.

Uh, well, I didn't ask you to join me this morning

solely to buy you breakfast.

If-if this is about my schoolwork, don't worry.

I'm getting an A in chemistry

and my Latin teacher says I'm a discipulus optimus.

Oh. Very good. Very good.

Um, I received a telephone call from Father Matthew

yesterday evening.

Oh.

And he'd like to meet with us later today.

He's an old friend of yours, right?

He likely just wants to catch up.

Yes, but he's also now your chaplain at the school.

Um, the tone of the call led me to believe

that this meeting would be concerning you.

I don't see why.

Is there anything you'd like to tell me...

-Detective Murdoch. Harry. -Constable.

There was a call from the Royal Birch Hotel.

The Inspector's heading there now.

Ah. Uh, I'm sorry, Harry.

I-I won't be able to join you for breakfast.

-But... -Here.

-Um... -This should be enough

to buy you plenty of ham and eggs

so you don't expire.

Please meet me at Father Matthew's office

at two o'clock. Don't be late.

Yes, Father.

Unbelievable. Three men shot dead at point-blank range.

Rigor is just setting in.

They must have been shot two or three hours ago.

The door was breached, so the killer forced his way in.

Mm. Possibly a robbery,

though judging from this hotel room,

these men weren't wealthy.

The Confessions of St. Augustine.

Hm...

A clerical collar.

Rosary.

Travel documents for Father Jacques Renaud,

Father René Guillard and Father Gauthier.

Sir, all three of these men were Catholic priests.

Who on earth would wanna shoot three priests dead?

And why weren't they wearing their clerical clothing?

Constable Roberts said the three men made a reservation

for two rooms under the name of John Smith.

The men were travelling incognito, which would suggest

they knew they were in danger.

Roberts searched the second room

and he found this.

French travel papers.

Mademoiselle Celeste Riveaux, 21 years of age.

Three priests were travelling with a young woman.

Maybe she did this.

Perhaps she was travelling with them against her will.

Hm. If that were so, she wouldn't have left her

belongings behind.

Perhaps she ran off.

Or the killer took her.

Sir, the men appeared to be studying this map of Toronto.

And there's also... this, uh, plan.

I believe it's a cathedral at 589 Sumach.

That's the address of St. Adeline's Cathedral.

There's an important relic they're consecrating there

-this week. -You think the three priests

were planning a heist on some saint's toenail?

The relic is no toenail.

It's three thorns from Jesus' Crown of Thorns

in a jewel-covered reliquary.

Crikey. You two better get down there sharpish.

Did you know the priests?

No, I didn't.

But I suppose that they were in Toronto

to see the Holy Thorns Reliquary.

They were travelling with a young woman.

She's now missing.

Oh. That's... strange.

Where were you last night, Father?

-Why? -The murdered priests

had floor plans of this cathedral in their room.

We believe that they were planning to steal the reliquary.

-Steal it? -And you think I killed them

before they could try?

Given the importance of the relic...

Your line of work must expose you to great sin,

Detective. As does mine.

But I encourage you to guard against the impulse

to assume the worst in your fellow man.

It's incredible.

Thorns taken from Jerusalem by the Romans,

stolen from them by the Visigoths.

Quite right, Inspector.

The Knights Templar then took it to France

where they crafted the reliquary and placed it in the chapel

at Rennes-le-Château

until it was stolen almost 20 years ago.

How did it end up here?

It was sent anonymously to the pope last year.

I have travelled to the Vatican several times

and asked His Holiness to contribute a relic

to the Canadian congregation. He agreed.

And he sent this to us.

I'm afraid we have to ask, Father,

if you have an alibi for last night.

I was in the rectory

with a visiting group of Jesuit brothers.

They can attest that I was there all night.

You found something inside one of the priests?

Yes. I was attempting to extract the bullet

from his throat when I found this.

He had just swallowed it when he was shot.

It's carved out of ivory.

Oh, it's incredibly detailed.

I... I believe it depicts the Three Marys.

Do you suppose these men were killed for it?

-It's possible. -Obviously, this man

was desperate to protect it any way he could.

Harry.

Hello, Father.

What's the name of a river in Russia? Four letters.

-Neva. Why? -It's a newspaper puzzle

called a Word-Cross.

Humphrey's father sends it to him from New York.

-A trivia game? -It's pretty clever.

All the answers fit together. See?

-Hm. Interesting. -But put that away now.

Father Matthew will be waiting for us.

It's good to see you, Father.

How are you enjoying St. Eligius?

Oh, being a school chaplain is... it's very rewarding.

And now I live closer to St. Adeline's hospice.

Oh, yes. How is your sister?

The doctors don't have much hope.

-I'm so sorry to hear that. -I shall pray for her.

On to the reason I called you both here today.

Your son has been absent from Mass,

and confession, for the last three weeks.

-Harry? -I knew you'd be angry.

No one is angry. We only want what's best for you.

Why do I have to go, anyway?

I have an important chemistry project

that I'm working on and I'd rather do that

-on the weekend. -Attendance at Mass

for St. Eligius students is mandatory.

-I'm doing well in my lessons. -I know.

But I'm afraid that if you don't attend

to your religious education,

the school might ask you to leave.

-It's not fair. -Harry.

Going to be late for algebra.

We'll discuss this tonight.

-I know. Goodbye. -Goodbye, Father Matthew.

-He's a smart young man. -And very headstrong.

Now, William,

I heard about the murders of the three French priests.

-Do you know what happened? -Oh, yes.

Actually, perhaps you could help me.

I know you collect antique devotional objects

and, uh, this was found with one of the priests.

Ah. I'd say, uh, French.

Fifteenth century, possibly sixteenth.

So you've seen something like this before?

Oh-oh, yes. I've just never been able to afford one.

It's a-a wonderful example. What will you do with it?

For now, it's evidence.

Collecting can so quickly lead to covetousness.

I shall say ten Hail Marys.

A remarkable carving of the Three Marys.

Were you able to find out anything

from the French Embassy?

No. They hadn't heard of any Catholic priests

coming over to Toronto.

They did say they would make inquiries, though.

Detective. I have a man in the booking area

who may have seen something at the hotel last night.

-Lead the way, Constable. -Thank you.

I was talking to Margaret about that thorn relic.

She said there were enough gemstones just on the case alone

to put the crown jewels to shame.

That's true. But it's the thorns that are priceless.

-So they're real, then? -According to the pope.

I had a look at the map of St. Adeline's

we found at the crime scene. It showed two passageways

that might be easy to break into.

Do you think the killer saw it and he's going to try

-and steal the relic tonight? -Perhaps.

I'm stationing a few constables at St. Adeline's tonight.

Where are you off to?

I thought I'd go with them.

It's been a while since I've been on night patrol.

Ooh. A night in a draughty old church, Albert.

Rather you than me, me ol' mucker.

Higgins, kettle!

Oh, I'm here from Kenora with the Retail Hardware

and Stove Dealers Association, for the convention.

-You ever been to Kenora? -No.

Mm. When you come, make sure you stop

at Hare's Hardware. That's me. Hare.

And you're staying at the Royal Birch Hotel?

-That flea trap? -No, I'm at the Rialto.

But did you not tell Constable Roberts

that you saw someone entering late at night

-at the Royal Birch? -Yes. Uh, two men,

'bout four in the morning. Said to myself,

"That's awfully late to be going into a hotel,"

but, then, I was out myself, so...

Hm. And you're quite sure?

Oh, yeah. I'm sure I was at the billiard hall

across the street. I'd gone outside to get some fresh air.

You're sure it was two men entering the hotel?

-Two men. Dressed all in black. -Long coats.

Hats, naturally. They went in.

Ten minutes later, they came out.

And when they came out, did they have a third person

with them, a-a young woman?

-No. Just the two men. -I didn't see a woman.

And if my wife calls, you can tell her the same.

I will lock the rectory door

behind me when I leave.

And I've also made sure that all the windows

and doors are latched.

I'll be in the narthex and there'll be constables

located at the back rectory door and the nave, as well.

The morning Mass starts at five o'clock.

I'll be here a few minutes before then.

I'll see you then, Father.

Stay there, Constable.

Wake up, Constable!

You there! Stop!

Stop!

And you saw the intruder leaving out of that door.

Yes. And with the constable fast asleep,

he had plenty of time to take the relic.

Mm. So why didn't he?

-What are you doing? -You can't touch the reliquary!

-We need to examine it. -Why?

We believe someone may have tampered with it. May I?

Carefully.

There's a hidden compartment.

Appears to be a rod to hold something in place, but...

Do you know what this contained other than

the Holy Thorns, Father?

-I have no idea. -Are you sure?

First, you ask if I had anything to do

with the priests' tragic deaths, and now you doubt my word?

-We only mean to... -No, that's enough.

You put the reliquary back in the case, gently.

Father John wasn't aware of a secret compartment

in the reliquary. I thought you might know something.

I'm so glad you've come to ask me.

I just read a story called The Blue Cross

with a Catholic priest named Father Brown

who solves a mystery. Hm.

-I see. -But about the reliquary?

Yes. Well, I'm not surprised

that there was something tucked away.

Do you know what was hidden inside of this one?

-No, I'm afraid I don't. -I once examined a reliquary

containing St. Cecilia's ear.

Underneath that were financial records

of Lucretia Borgia.

So it's possible, then, that this reliquary contained

paperwork of some sort?

Yes, I-I would think a scroll, most likely.

But given the number of hands that it passed through...

It might be difficult to say precisely

what was written on it.

I wish I could help more.

As for Harry, I thought he could translate

some Tertullian and write a short essay.

It's all in here. Would you mind?

-I'll be sure he gets this. -Thank you, Father.

The relic was unharmed, is that correct?

Something might have been taken.

Or at least that's what your Detective Murdoch

seems to believe.

-Ah, Inspector. -Thank you for coming.

-Hello, Father. -I felt the need

to talk to your Chief Constable.

I'm worried, gentlemen, that a killer is running free

while this constabulary isn't asking the right questions.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Why am I being questioned

while the real culprit enjoys his liberty?

That's what this is all about?

You're offended because you're under suspicion?

We have a duty to question all related parties, Father.

I have to wonder if this constabulary

takes special delight in questioning priests,

given the anti-Catholic sentiment

present in so much of Toronto.

I can assure you that's not the case, Father.

You have my word. As a fellow Catholic.

Is that so?

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

We will get to the bottom of this, Father.

And you have my word. As a Protestant.

Thank you, Chief Constable.

I think we're all in agreement here.

I'll leave you to your work.

Have a seat, Choi.

So, that's right, is it? You're a Catholic.

I didn't mean to hide it from you.

I suppose I didn't ask.

Beware, Albert. Toronto is a Protestant town.

And being a Catholic is what's kept Murdoch

from being an inspector.

I'm aware. I won't shout it from the rooftops.

I think that's wise.

The bullets don't correspond to any standard size

that I've seen.

-Possibly not North American. -Mm.

And the chemical test?

Yes. I was expecting to see

a nitrocellulose propellant on the bullet,

but instead I found traces of saltpeter,

sulfur, and charcoal.

Black powder.

Not commonly in use anymore,

especially in revolver cartridges.

Well, I believe that powder was phased out

at the turn of the century.

Perhaps we're looking for someone who doesn't

discharge their firearm very often.

Who then shot three people?

Was he making up for lost time?

Or biding their time.

I brought the bullets to Mrs. Walker

at Walker's Sporting Goods,

and she immediately recognized them

as being standard issue for the Bodeo revolver.

It's commonly used in the Italian Army.

So two Italian killers were after French priests.

Right here in Toronto.

Which would explain why I found no match

for the fingermarks they left behind at the hotel.

We need to find out if any Italians

have travelled here to see the relic.

Father John of St. Adeline's

did mention he'd been to the Vatican several times.

He has an alibi for the time of the killings.

-He was with a group of Jesuits. -They could be in on it.

-I'd like a word with him. -Me, too. I'll come with you.

Heads up, young Master Harry.

Huh. Sorry, sir.

You're spending too much time on those.

-What is it? -Uh, a word-cross.

You're given clues and have to place the answers

in these boxes. All the words fit together.

-I can't see it catching on. -Excuse me, son.

Father Matthew has assigned some extra work

for you to do to make up for the missed masses.

There's a folder on my table.

Have it done by the end of the week.

Hello, Father John.

Gentlemen. Do you have an update on the case?

Father, do you recall telling me that

you had visited the Vatican several times?

-Yes. -We have reason to believe

that the bullets recovered from the priest's body

were fired from an Italian gun.

-Do you mean to suggest... -Consider this, Father.

Our investigation keeps bringing us back to you.

Now, are you being completely honest?

I did not, nor I would not, bring back a firearm from Italy!

And I certainly would never use one!

Do you know of anyone who has an Italian gun?

I would appreciate discretion with what I'm about to tell you.

Of course.

There is a secret order named Verus Dei

headquartered in Rome. They were renounced

over a century ago by the pope

following accusations brought against them.

What kind of accusations?

Extortion, torture. And worse.

They see themselves as protectors

of the true Catholic faith,

removing any threat to papal authority.

They were renounced by the pope

a-and yet they work to protect him?

That doesn't make any sense.

It's madness.

I've heard of them burning Gnostic texts,

leveraging confessions, forcing extreme mortifications.

I've even heard rumours of sacrifices and blood rituals.

Do you think that the Verus Dei

are here in Toronto?

I think it's very possible.

They're said to have members all over the world.

All right. Thank you, Father.

So if the French priests were after whatever was in

the Holy Thorns Reliquary,

these Verus Dei chaps might've been after it as well.

I'm told there may have been a scroll hidden inside of it.

Well, if that's true, whatever is written on it

may be a threat to the whole Catholic church.

And we still don't know how this Miss Celeste Riveaux

and the carved ivory tile tie into all of it.

Oh, the French Consulate got back to me.

They've contacted the church where the priests are from,

but they have no record of a Celeste Riveaux.

That's strange.

We need to find this young lady.

She may be the only person who knows anything

about what's going on.

If the Verus Dei haven't found her already.

Mm.

-Excuse me. -What are you doing?

Why did you break in?

Answer me.

I'm sorry, but I had to.

Were you going through the dead priests' clothes?

-It's all right. -They would want me to.

The constabulary are looking for a woman

who was travelling with them. This must be you.

Please, have you found anything else?

You need to speak to Detective Murdoch.

-No, I-I cannot. -It's not a request.

Come with me.

Wait! I cannot go.

They are shooting at us!

Let's go! This way.

We'll have to take the long way to the station house.

Stay close to me.

-You! -Stop! Get back!

No, please! No.

Run!

-Two shots? -Yes.

Someone was waiting for us in the alley.

We managed to get away.

You fought him off and saved my life. Thank you.

Yes. That was very brave of you, Miss Hart.

-All in a day's work. -I found this young lady

in the morgue. She was going through

the late priests' possessions.

Mademoiselle Celeste Riveaux?

I think it's safe to assume that the people who were trying

to shoot at you are the same people

who killed your three travelling companions.

Yes, I think so.

Who are they?

Do not know.

Constable, please escort Miss Riveaux to my office.

You'll be safe here.

Ah. Roberts. I need you to come with me. Uh, Miss Hart?

I think I'll stay here for a while, if that's all right.

Good idea.

I see a bullet hole here.

And over here. Huh.

Shooter must've... been on that rooftop over there.

He's likely long gone now.

Bullet was fired well over their heads.

Right. They were crossing the road here,

heading in the direction of the station house,

but then the shots forced them to turn

and head in the opposite direction.

To the alley where another man was waiting.

The shooter wasn't trying to kill Miss Riveaux.

They wanted to take her alive.

I need you to tell me everything you know

about the men who brought you here,

as well as the men who killed them.

Those three priests were my friends.

My protectors.

And they gave up their lives to save me.

Why did they bring you here to Toronto?

I do not know.

They never told me anything.

I would ask and they would say,

"We will tell you, but not yet."

Does your family know you're here?

My mother and father died when I was little.

Priests from a society called the Fraternité de Madeleine

placed me in a convent school. They said I was in danger.

From whom? Verus Dei?

-You've heard of them? -I was always warned of them.

What were you searching for in the morgue?

There was a small ivory plaque.

Father Jacques always carried it.

I don't know why, but it was important.

I believe the killers were also searching

for something that was hidden

inside the Crown of Thorns Reliquary.

There was a scroll.

I heard Father René and Father Jacques discuss it.

Well, unfortunately, one of the killers

has already been to St. Adeline's and stolen it.

No, they didn't.

How do you know?

Because I took it.

Where is Miss Riveaux now?

At a hotel. And she has two constables guarding her.

As well as keeping an eye on her

because we're still not sure she can be trusted.

Well, she did give me this.

Is this what was hidden in the reliquary?

Yes. But it's coded.

Looks as old as Moses.

Does Miss Riveaux know what it's all about?

No. But she does believe this scroll

is the reason that they travelled to Toronto.

I suppose the Verus Dei are after it as well.

Yes. And now we have it.

Harry.

You haven't started on the extra work

Father Matthew assigned to you, have you?

-How did you know? -The new,

now nearly complete Word-Cross puzzle

-in your satchel. -Oh.

Harry, there comes a time when you must put down

trivial pursuits and apply yourself to difficult work.

Looks like you've been engaging

in trivial pursuits yourself.

I have been attempting to decode the text

on this scroll for my work. Hardly trivial.

Can I see?

There are blocks of text here

and, uh, a long list of names on the reverse.

The list has different handwriting and inks,

like it's been added to over time.

Precisely. Uh, I've managed to translate the first sentence

from the French: "Put Down Tusk To Wed."

Doesn't make much sense

a-and the rest is in a language I've never seen before.

-Clues. -Hm?

-The words. -They're like Word-Cross clues.

I hardly think a centuries-old manuscript

that has been encoded is anything...

Place. Ivory. Marry.

Ivory? Marry?

Marry is a homophone.

With this ivory carving of the Three Marys.

It's a Cardan grille. This is a trellis cipher.

Yes! You see?

The letters! Uh...

C... L...

Q...

I-A.

Celui qui a... "He who has."

Oh, my goodness, it works.

-Dictate the letters. -I'll write them down.

Good idea. Uh...

H... A...

-You've done it? -You've cracked the code?

With Harry's help.

But I cannot believe what it purports to be.

What does it say?

It claims to be the testament of Mary Magdalene.

-Mary Magdalene? -From the Bible?

The scroll is the story of how, after the crucifixion

a-and the resurrection,

she was taken to Gaul, now known as France.

Father Jacques told me that the Fraternité de Madeleine

was founded to protect Mary Magdalene.

I never understood the reason.

Why was she in France?

To have Jesus's child, or so it says.

And at the end there is a note saying that this was written

in the year 42 AD, and then encoded in 1527.

-But how do we know it's real? -It could be a hoax.

I suppose.

But, uh, on the back there is a long list of names,

added to over the years in different hands.

A family tree?

Ending with Alphonse

and Sylvain Riveaux.

The names of my grandfather and my father.

This is why men from Verus Dei are after you.

According to this,

you are the last living descendent

of Mary Magdalene and Jesus the Christ.

You two actually believe that this woman

is descended from Jesus?

All the evidence we have

points to that being the case.

It does stretch credulity.

A-And I'm not certain I believe it myself.

But we do have this testament of her lineage,

and we know of at least three men who have died

trying to protect her.

They could be mistaken.

But what if they are right?

Well, the Verus Dei believe it.

But we don't know what they're planning to do with her.

They're probably planning to end her bloodline.

Here.

It's clean.

Thank you.

-My name's Harry. -Harry Murdoch.

Oh. Detective Murdoch's son?

My name is Celeste.

Why are you crying?

I think I now carry an immense responsibility.

Well, I was just going to ask my father to go out for lunch.

But maybe you'd allow me to take you out?

Looks like you could use some cheering up.

I don't know.

How about a moving picture?

Why sit and mope when you can do something fun?

If this got out, that Jesus had a child

with Mary Magdalene, won't that mean

that the Catholic church has been wrong this entire time?

Perhaps not so much wrong as not having the whole story.

Either way, this could alter the course

of Christianity forever.

But right now, there are people out there

who want this young lady dead, whoever she may be.

Where is she? She appears to have gone.

What? Well, she can't have left.

Well? What did you think?

It was incredible.

I've never seen anything like it.

-Really? -I've led a very isolated life.

I don't know if you would believe me if I told you why.

Try me.

My-my parents died when I was very young.

I was placed in a convent

and always told that I needed to be protected.

And I didn't understand why until today.

What did you find out?

That I might be the last living descendent

of Mary Magdalene and Jesus Christ.

That scroll I helped my father decipher,

that was about your family?

Yes. That is why the fraternité

was protecting me. And why they were killed.

Uh, have you ever tried a pretzel?

I'll take one.

Merci.

But I think I saw a few people who looked very hungry.

We should buy some more and hand them out.

Can't you multiply the bread and feed the five thousand?

Please! Do not make light of my situation, Harry.

Sorry.

How 'bout I buy a few more?

I've notified the other station houses.

I'll get the constables to go out looking for her.

Sirs. The desk sergeant just told me that Miss Riveaux

was seen leaving with Harry Murdoch.

I can't believe the boy is taking the young lady

out on the town when there's killers after her.

He doesn't know that.

Right. Roberts, you start looking east. I'll go west.

Yes, sir.

What do you think you'll do now?

It's not up to me.

Why not? It shouldn't matter who your ancestors are.

You can decide how you want to live your life.

Spoken like an independent spirit.

I suppose I am. But, for now,

perhaps we should go back to the station house.

-I don't know who to trust. -And I don't know where to go.

-You can trust my father. -Come on. I know a shortcut.

Mm.

Who are you?

Miss Riveaux, come with me.

No. I will not go!

Come with me now and no one will get hurt.

Leave her alone!

No!

Get in!

No, I will not go!

No!

-Hey! Wait! Stop! -Help! Harry!

Hey! Harry!

Harry, who's this?

-This man put her into a car. -She's been taken.

-Grab the gun. -Give it to me. Careful.

Come on, move!

I would ask you what organization you're a part of,

but, uh, I believe I already know.

-You couldn't possibly. -Verus Dei.

Judging by your silence, I'm correct.

Where's the other man?

I'm not telling you a thing.

You don't understand these matters.

I understand that the gun you were arrested with

will match the bullets that murdered

those three French priests.

What is your name?

Father Francesco Amitucci.

Mr. Amitucci,

if you tell me where the other man is,

I may be able to ensure that you don't hang.

Do your worst.

There are many of us.

I am only one of God's servants.

What were you planning to do with Celeste Riveaux?

We were to take her to Rome.

We should be on our way there, but my partner betrayed me.

-What did he do? -He wanted to take the girl

to perform a miracle and heal a dying woman. His sister.

I believe I know where they are.

-No. You must let me go! -Everything I have done,

I have done for God!

Quiet!

Say it! Just say the words!

I don't know what you're talking about. Please!

-Come on! -No, I can't!

Please!

Say it! Say it!

Stop! Enough!

What are you doing here?

Unhand Miss Riveaux.

Not until she's done what I've asked!

He took me here

because he wanted me to heal his sister,

but I told him I cannot. I do not know how!

Verus Dei want her in Rome,

but why shouldn't she help me first?

I told you I do not know how! I cannot!

Let her go and we can discuss this.

Do you think I'm mad, William?

Don't you have faith? This young woman...

is the closest that either of us will get to Christ himself.

-You can't know that. -The Verus Dei told me!

They know the bloodline is real!

I'm just a woman of flesh and blood.

-Please let me go! -Not until you heal her!

Say the words!

Stop, please! I will do it.

I will do it. I will do it! Please!

Theresa is healed. It is done.

Thank God.

You are coming with me, Matthew.

You're under arrest.

Oh, you don't understand.

The Verus Dei have tried to end this secret

for 2,000 years.

I swore an oath to them. She will go to Rome.

-Not with you, she won't. -It's over!

My brothers and I work for a higher cause.

Forgive me, William. But I must do this.

No!

-I wish I'd arrived sooner. -Maybe if I had, all of this...

Please, do not blame yourself.

He told me he set himself on this path years ago

and would follow it to the end.

He truly believed that you were divine.

I only said what I said up there to help you.

I'm just an ordinary young woman.

-Ordinary? -I hardly believe that's true.

I suppose I could be the descendant of Jesus.

Or it could all just be a made-up story,

written on a scroll and hidden in a box.

Whether it's true or not may be beside the point.

People may revere you

as a continuation of Christ himself.

I do not want to be revered.

I do not want to be put in a case, like a relic.

What will you do?

-Want to live quietly. -Anonymously.

But first, I will take the scroll

and bring it to the Holy Father himself.

I will tell him my situation

and see what he would like to do.

You may still be in danger.

I've already contacted the fraternité

and they are accompanying me.

Good. Very good.

I-I've just returned from the hospice

to tell Theresa of her brother's passing

a-and she had just risen from her sick bed.

Oh? How is she?

-She's up and walking. -Some might consider it a...

-Please. -Do not say it is a miracle.

As you wish.

Chief Constable.

I wanted to take a look

at the Holy Thorns Reliquary myself.

Mm. It is a marvel.

Incredible that thorns have been kept for so long.

-Hm. -I mean, what's to say

that they weren't replaced at some point?

Perhaps it doesn't matter.

What do you mean?

It still serves as a connection

between our world and God.

Hm. Well, when you put it like that.

So, will you resume attending Mass at school?

-If I must. But... -I'm not sure it's right for me.

Well, as long as you give it some time. And some thought.

My faith has given me a great deal, but I understand

you must forge your own path.

I'm going to finish the translation

Father Matthew gave me.

I like Latin. It's like deciphering an ancient code.

-Oh, good. Good. -Besides, I have to keep up

with my studies so I can help you out when I have the time.

Right.

I hope Father Matthew and the Verus Dei

haven't turned Harry away from Catholicism.

And at a time when so many walk away from their faith.

Perhaps Miss Riveaux, while she's here,

will help him renew his interest in the Church.

She is a remarkable young lady.

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