Fools and Mortals

by Bernard Cornwell

“And it’s her ladyship’s opinion that counts,” Lord Hunsdon went on. “I’d have preferred a few fights myself, maybe a stabbing or two, a slit throat perhaps? But I suppose blood and weddings don’t mix?” “They are ill-suited, my lord,” my brother managed to say, taking the offered pages from his lordship.

When men do evil and claim that they are doing God’s work, then they are at their most dangerous. They are more than dangerous! They are the vilest of sinners.”