"Wait here," Diarmuid said, standing and returning to his bed chambers, rifling through his possessions until he found the oldest book that he'd brought with him and bringing it back into the sitting room as he quickly leafed through the aged and yellowed pages.
"Here," he said as he found the passage he was looking for in a book that, less than an hour ago, he'd thought would be useless. "Is this the Hymn you heard the Inquisitors in your vision singing? Did their sacred rite look like the one described in the book?" Diarmuid asked as he held the book out toward Ollie with trembling hands.
"I don't know," Ollie said, giving the Inquisitor a sad smile. "I'm sorry," he clarified quickly. "But I only just started learning how to read. If it was a recipe you had, or a list of supplies, I might manage to sound it out, but sacred rites," he said with a shrug, allowing his voice to trail off at the end.
