The Priory of Finchelsea, XXIII

"There were many teachings that were well known in early Christianity that were quickly obscured by traditions," Sumner went on. "Some of these were, however, preserved by groups which the church declared to be heretics. Some have posited that one of these facts is that Jesus was married, possibly to Mar Magdalene. Note, please, that the letter 'M' often appears on grail-related objects. Because of this, I have tried to correlate these objects that the Priory of Finchelsea. That is why we shall be flying to Cardiff today."
"Flying?" Lil asked. Arcos nodded
"Well, of course. I have a private jet standing by at London City airport, and a friend has filed a flightplan."
"Can we trust the pilot?" Kathy asked, understandably worried.
"I trust the pilot implicitly, lass. He's me. Lil, do you still have your pilot's licence?"
"Do you think I'd give it up?"
"No, I suppose not. Good, that means you can be co-pilot, and we'll leave Kathy to be vitimized by Sir Teabag. All right, my brave lads and lasses, the Rolls is waiting outside, and the sun is shining in Cardiff."
Lil was overjoyed to hear that they were going somewhere.

Barsabbas sat in his spartan room which was decorated only with Norwich City flags and cheap Roman Catholic trinkets purchased at the local SPCK. He had just finished torturing himself with electricity, and felt nearly satisfied.
He was about to flagellate himself for the sin of presumption when his mobile rang. The deranged monk picked it up and saw that it was the Teacher.
"Master?"
"News, Barsabbas! Our target is going to Cardiff. You must go there too."
Barsabbas smiled. He was going to Cardiff!
"Master, who is playing?"
"Fool! Idiot! She is NOT going there for the football! Don't you see, the Hearthstone must be there!"
Barsabbas' heart leaped.