A man in the same black uniform as the rest, but with a gold ribbon on his breast, walked out and nudged each one of them with his toe. He grimaced in disgust when he saw that he had Paul's blood on his boot.

"Lord Galway always did have a temper," the man said. "Yet he has done you a favour. Soon you will be unable to conceive of anything that would displease God." Paul wanted to say something, though he wasn't sure of the shape of the words, but he couldn't force the words out past ...