He nods. "If that is the truth, I will take it to heart. I thank you both again." For a moment, he seems ready to offer his hand, but Harry's glare fends him off, and he is left to worry his palm.

"The court thinks me here alone and in prayer, but I cannot delay long. There is a door through that confessional. It will lead away into the archives, and from there out to the yard. Where might I send the record of these pardons?" he continues, as Harry opens his mouth.