“Ah, I see,” Matthew said. This was something different, that’s for sure. Anger was there; fear, maybe a little, but not compliance. “Tonight’s service is a little different, though. We’re holding a requiem for those souls that were lost during the Reformation."

Matthew hesitated, feeling that maybe this girl had never been to a church. “It’s a kind of remembrance ceremony to help the dead to find eternal rest. You may not be keen on going to a church and I’m not going to force you, should it come to that, but it would mean a lot to me if you would at least come to this.”

Hesitance, at least, distrust might be a better word. “We’re not as bad as you might think.” Matthew winced; that was a little more straight to the point than it was probably a good idea to be.