did you bring the boy for a charm, priest?
it's fair.
leave him be. he's his to mourn.
we passed the plate amongst ourselves. come up with enough ned to carry all this, and carry you a while, too.
potters field, with everyone else.
what difference where he faces?
fine, son. when jesus gets to the battery you show him the way from there.
not tonight, maggie, we got.
come on, boyo. i'll put you up tonight.
you can't. there's no mistaking you're his son.
i've come for my due and proper, shang.
it's the young vallon, is it? i hardly recognized you.
anybody else? any number at all, come on.