“We remain stuck in the middle of nowhere, in the cause of the world’s least likely Empress, no offence…” “Entirely fair,” said Alex. “… at the behest of a ten-year-old Pontiff,” and he waved towards Brother Diaz, “under the command of the Celestial Palace’s least effective monk—” “Don’t talk to him like that!” snarled Vigga. “He’s a good man! An honest man, and a brave man, and an excellent lover! Surprisingly bold and assertive—”
