"That's acceptable. I cannot say I am not seeing to other tasks myself." Gardening, at this time of year? He didn't know enough of practical plant care to know if that was normal. "That would not be the evening hedge-maze I'd heard rumor of?"

The sounds in the background are quiet, but distinct, the scrape of some metal utensil across ceramic.

He hadn't gone, but he'd heard about it.

"The beginning, I suppose. Every belief has its origins."