Initially, when he absented himself from the group who had been left behind, Sparhawk intended to use the time to explore Stacey, and to perhaps add weight to certain suspicions that were in his head. But instead, he found himself in the City.

Many of the buildings down here were not familiar to him, their purpose unknown. But there was one that he was familiar with, that was the centre of his religion. Whether it was the actual Basillica, transported here for some purpose, or just a good copy, he didn't know, but it was something familiar.

Being a Knight of the Church, he had always had faith. Faith was comforting, something to lean on. And then he discovered that he was Anakha, his destiny unwritten, and that he made the Gods nervous. And with everything that happened to him, his faith was tested. But he always believed.

Kneeling in front of the altar, head bowed, lost in thought, Sparhawk considered.

Time passed. As he emerged from the Basillica, it was hard for him to know how long it had been.

It look him a moment to figure out how to work the device that had been given to him. Normally he wouldn't have used it, letter writing not being his strong point, but this would be the exception.

Hopefully, the Lady Temperance would get the message to meet him at the Sensoriums, with company if she could not trust him.