The characters belong to Eoin Colfer, the title to John Donne.
The Relic
"They're developing the churchyard, so of course they're moving the bodies. Be reasonable, Holly."
"But it's him, Foaly, they're moving him!"
"They'll re-inter the bones, and mudman religion isn't our concern. We can't interfere and you know we can't enter consecrated ground."
"But you've got it on the scopes?"
"Yes, though I didn't think you'd want to …"
"I don't!"
"So, how did she take it, Foaly?"
"Not well, Trouble. What did you expect? Maybe it's for the best that she didn't see this."
They stared at the satellite image focussed on the bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
Author's Note: This drabble, and the title of the previous one, owes its inspiration to Donne's beauiful poem. Depressing, I know, but that's how they turned out.
