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Show 184 Hyrum lacked credibility in playing the devil's advocate. "No, I 'ave not," Lathrop'*s voice was crisp. "I haven't attended the meetings, I only organized them. More importantly, I haven't violated my conscience." "Your conscience and Archbishop Laud's conscience-they don't think the same way," floundered Hyrum, weak in his ability to contend with Lathrop and not enjoying it one bit either. "And when my flock asked for my help, would ye have had me deny them?" Lathrop knew that Hyrum would not venture to answer that question. Samuel tugge'd on Hyrum's arm to get his attention. "It says here that the 'Griffin' is the 'legendary guardian of ..." "If we don't get outta here, we're goin to be nothing but legendary ourselves!" Hyrum's frustrations were mounting. - "That's not. the first letter he's got from the High Commission," Elise added to his distress. "There've been more?" Hyrum blurted loudly. Lathrop nodded, but scowled at Elise for being meddlesome. Suddenly drained of all his color, Hyrum began groping for a chair. "Get some water, Elise. Hyrum is feeling poorly, said Thomas, helping Hyrum to sit down. "No.Fair Lady, don't bring me water..." Hyrum |