if there was a church of the wood , he would stay there and be its priest . she sucked in an excited breath and nodded , as if unable to trust her voice . as best as i could , i followed the song and sang the words , but not always in the right place , but she sang loud enough that i picked up the tune . i gave her a moment , but she did not quite seem to understand . there is no monarch inside him , except for the same shape of facial features . 