‘Gracious Emperor of Mankind, hallowed be your majesty, bright be your light everlasting, vouchsafe your servant in this hour of peril–’ ‘That won’t save you,’ said a voice. I switched around, but there was no sign of a speaker. ‘Bright be your light everlasting, vouchsafe your servant in this hour of peril, so that I may continue to serve you, great lord, and purify your dominion of–’ ‘It won’t, Gregor. The Benediction of Terra? It’s just words, Gregor. Just words.’
