Promptly at 2 o'clock three loud knocks sounded on the west door. The ancient bolts were drawn. The portals opened. Twelve trumpeters, standing at the foot of the choir 100 yards away, split the air with a ringing E-flat chord and a fanfare.
Through the open portal came a verger. Behind the verger walked a cross-bearer, the Canterbury choristers and seven decrepit beadsmen. Behind the decrepit beadsmen came a long array of Canterbury canons, chaplains and dignitaries in all their robes, followed by pages carrying the maces of Canterbury and York and the cross of Canterbury. Last of all came Dr....
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