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priest came hastening into the gatehouse, wiping his palms on his robe in case she wanted to shake hands. She didn't.
"Who are you?" Father MacPhail was at his devotions, and poor Brother Louis's hand shook violently as he knocked. They heard a sigh and a groan, and then heavy footsteps crossed the floor.
The President's eyes widened as he saw who it was, and he smiled wolfishly.
"Mrs. Coulter," he said, offering his hand. "I am very glad to see you. My study she said."Brother Louis," said the man, soothing his rabbit daemon, "Convener of the Secretariat of the Consistorial Court. If you would be so kind...”"I haven't come here to parley with a scrivener," she told him. "Take me to Father MacPhail. And do it now."The man bowed helplessly and led her away. The guard be' hind her blew out his cheeks with relief.Brother Louis, after trying two or three times to make conversation, gave up and led her in silence to the President's rooms in the tower.