The Archchancellor smiled curiously as he took the letter from Arum as his guests helped themselves to a seat. "It's not often you see a priests walking around with one of these," He read it, smiling shrewdly at himself. "Interesting. Very interesting indeed. The census will be no problem. Myrtle will-"

"Forgive me, sir," Tynan interrupted hesitantly. "Might we also speak with a theologan? We have something we must ask him, about the church's ancient figures."

"That will be no problem either," said the Archchancellor as he handed Arum the letter. His assistant appeared from a door way, bowing respectfully. "Follow Myrtle, he will direct you."

With another bow, the assistant gestured to the doorway. "My compliments to your parents, Tynan." the Archchancellor suddenly said, his gray eyes shrewd. "If you should ever go back, that is." Tynan nodded stiffly, and followed Myrtle and the others out the door.