He had not said. Malachi almost stated as much, before he caught himself with another sip of his tea. It was not a personal question, and it should have been easy to answer, but he was reluctant all the same.

"It was in a run-down church in a rather tiny village. I'm afraid it is so small you might not have even heard of it. I hadn't, before I went," he gave a smile as he spoke of it, as if he had only good memories of the place despite its size.

"The Lord has called me in many directions, but I started off in London. What about you, Father?"