“Come on,” Alec said to Leo, “and take a look at the marker commemorating the event.” He and his companion led the way; Leo, reluctantly, followed. “The Proxers,” Alec said over his shoulder, “always seek to—you know. Desiccate this.” “Desecrate,” his companion corrected. “Yeah,” Alec said, nodding. “Anyhow, here it is.” He stopped.
