"All I needed back then was a top hat, a blood-stained letter, and a very dramatic disappearance into the fog."
Victoria laughed, and Janet, drawn in by the pleasurable mood, quickly joined in. They looped their arms around his, each woman taking one arm. He marched toward the Abbey doors, guiding the women gently.
"Now, let me show you where I used to nap during crusades."
Inside, the scene was dim and cool, a sacred hush looming overhead. Vaulted ceilings soared above, ribbed arches stretching like stone wings. Stained-glass windows threw bursts of colour across ancient tombs and rows of wooden pews.
"This is where every British monarch has been crowned since 1066. And where seventeen monarchs are buried."
Darren whispered a piece of history as they walked the Nave before the women broke away to explore on their own.
