Abasdarhon's Castle

Not wanting to interrupt his acquaintance from listening to the sermon, Sid sat on a back bench, put his hands on his knees, and began to listen attentively to the priest.
The resonant voice, echoing throughout the Temple, penetrated the heart and soul, spreading a calming and humbling warmth throughout the body. Each new word of the priest lay on top of the previous one like a concrete slab, and nothing could slip between them. The scent of burning incense, filling all available space, overpowered the stench of the bodies of other elderly people and the perfume of less virtuous female parishioners, putting the knight in a trance that allowed him to completely dissolve in the blessing.
At one point, he closed his eyes, folded both hands together, and, lowering his head, began to whisper prayers in time with the preacher. And although he was concentrating exclusively on his inner world, not paying attention to what was happening around him, he still felt in his heart that many of those present were doing the same. Many of them, being civilians far from the fighting, had suffered and lost loved ones during the military operations, so Sid devoted all his moral strength to today's mass for the repose of the dead and for the spiritual strength of those who remained alive.
This episode put him in a reflective mood, which did not encourage idle chatter, so he did not attract Nisha's attention (if she stayed until the end) and gave her the same opportunity to introspectively comprehend the depth of the Lord's wisdom and the teachings of his followers, and headed to the Sleepy Rabbit. (I don't think anyone goes there?)