Ingress almost lets a worried look cross her face, but she wards it off with a non-coddling smile.
"She holds court in the sanctuary. This way."
Ingress strides off again, letting Harrow follow her up the rise. She greets the knights standing guard at the portcullis between the graveyard and the churchyard, and they let them through.
The inside of the church contains a long rectangular table with many chairs - a table for state occasions and diplomatic sessions, with nothing to do with any kind of worship. There is nothing on the altar but a tattered and very comfortable looking plaid armchair, in which a dark skinned young woman in a yellow dress and bright red lipstick sits, crooning to the young man kneeling at her feet, his hands wrapped around hers. The way their faces tilt towards each other, how they smile without speaking - it is clear that they are very much in love.
"Marylebone, oh magnanimous and thrice-blessed lady, I request an audience," Ingress calls out, and she waves at the couple, who turn to face her with smiles.
Clement rises to his feet, letting go of his wife's hands rather reluctantly, even though he hasn't seen Ingress for a long time. They greet with a hug and Dessa watches them fondly.
"I suppose I shall grant you one, Lady of the House of Arch," she smiles. "It's lovely to see you, Ingress. Who've you brought?"
"Marylebone, I am pleased to introduce my friend, the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus. She's from a world beyond London Above, one that is not dissimilar to your fiefdom."
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"She holds court in the sanctuary. This way."
Ingress strides off again, letting Harrow follow her up the rise. She greets the knights standing guard at the portcullis between the graveyard and the churchyard, and they let them through.
The inside of the church contains a long rectangular table with many chairs - a table for state occasions and diplomatic sessions, with nothing to do with any kind of worship. There is nothing on the altar but a tattered and very comfortable looking plaid armchair, in which a dark skinned young woman in a yellow dress and bright red lipstick sits, crooning to the young man kneeling at her feet, his hands wrapped around hers. The way their faces tilt towards each other, how they smile without speaking - it is clear that they are very much in love.
"Marylebone, oh magnanimous and thrice-blessed lady, I request an audience," Ingress calls out, and she waves at the couple, who turn to face her with smiles.
Clement rises to his feet, letting go of his wife's hands rather reluctantly, even though he hasn't seen Ingress for a long time. They greet with a hug and Dessa watches them fondly.
"I suppose I shall grant you one, Lady of the House of Arch," she smiles. "It's lovely to see you, Ingress. Who've you brought?"
"Marylebone, I am pleased to introduce my friend, the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus. She's from a world beyond London Above, one that is not dissimilar to your fiefdom."