Sister Fidelma raised an eyebrow. 'The beggar seems to be one of our countrymen, Mother Abbess,' she said. The Abbess Etain moved forward to join her. 'A beggar. They suffer greatly from the arrogance of a crowd.' 'But listen to what he says.' The two women strained to catch the rasping tones of the beggar. The voice was raised loudly. 'I tell you, tomorrow the sun shall be blotted from the heavens and when that time comes there shall be blood staining the floor of this abbey. Beware! Beware, I tell you! I see blood in this place!