The nun opened her eyes. She smiled at Matteo, then vanished. The priest touched Matteo’s shoulder, whispered a blessing in Coptic, and was gone too.
“What must I do?” Matteo whispered.
He stood in a desert at dusk. Before him, a woman in the gray robes of a Buddhist nun knelt opposite a man in the tattered cassock of a Coptic priest. Between them hovered a small, golden flame. Neither spoke. Their eyes were closed, their faces tight with decades of unspoken grief. the encyclopedia of religion volume 4 page 165
