Then, realizing the priest was waiting for her, she stepped back across the water again.

The priest still stood looking critically out of the window and waited.

A priest is waiting within call, and one of high degree.

At the base of the hill waited still other priests, gathered from communities near and far.

The priest waited for ten rings before finally giving up.

Another priest waited for him in the tiny stone cell beyond.

It was almost as if the priest had been waiting for me.

He took his time, knowing how the priests would wait for him.

The priests, all silent around the table, stared up at him and waited.

Perhaps the priests could wait us out ten years; they're ruthless enough.