"Oh..." she said. That sounded awfully far away, a foreign country, almost. "I heard it's very big. Bigger than York or Scarborough." York had seemed very big to her. The Minster had been the biggest building she had ever seen. The ruins on the cliff had given her some idea of how big churches might be, and then the Anglicans had erected that massive church on the West Cliff, and Rose had thought that was what a cathedral looked like. Nothing had prepared her for the Minster. Everything about York had seemed big. The notion that a city could be even larger was almost incomprehensible to the Whitby girl.