Chapter 12: Masques, Ancient and Modern

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​⁠The clouds did not lift until Cynthia was standing in front of that remarkable Map of the World which reposes behind oaken doors in the south aisle of Hereford Cathedral. During the run from Symon's Yat, not even a glorious sun could dispel the vapors of that unfortunate Sunday. Cynthia had smiled a "Good-morning" when she entered the car, but beyond one quick glance around to see if the deputy ch