Sublime

paths should cross at certain times on certain days. That they’d become friends seemed to her both natural and miraculous. From the minute she’d seen him blinking behind the hard dark ranks of Bethesda’s pews, she’d felt he belonged to her: evidently God had ordained the whole business.

with his passing, there remained only one Perfect still at large in the Languedoc. William Bélibaste was from the Corbières who, sometime before Easter 1305, had killed a fellow shepherd.