But I shall pray he watch over us this night nevertheless.” ‘“And what’s the point of that, priest? ‘Rafa blinked. “What is the point of—” ‘“Praying. Oui.” ‘The old man looked at me as if I’d asked the point of breathing. “I …” ‘“Two soldiers stand on a field of battle,” I told him. “Both are convinced God is on their side. Both pray to their Lord and Redeemer to smite their enemy low, and to the Mothermaid to protect them from all harm. But somebody’s going to lose. Somebody’s wasting their fucking time. Maybe, just maybe … it’s both of them?”
