Although it is autumn in the small English town of Bishop's Lacey, the chapel is decked with exotic flowers. Yes, Flavia de Luce's sister Ophelia is at last getting hitched, like a mule to a wagon. ';A church is a wonderful place for a wedding,' muses Flavia, ';surrounded as it is by the legions of the dead, whose listening bones bear silent witness to every promise made at the altar.' Flavia is not your normal twelve-year-old girl.