It is a windy, humid and somewhat cool night in Vatican City. Faint clouds allow the glimmer of a few stars to be seen. The city glows with ancient majesty, throwing monuments, temples, and palaces above the streets with nostalgia and pride. At this hour only the permitted are present and of them not many roam the grounds. But there are a few scattered windows alight in some of the ancient buildings. It was all done. Speculating was profitless. He sat down in the chair in the small room provided by the order and read his office until he drowsed and then retired to bed.[/i] --Shepard --Shepard