It was Caliban at her feet, but the Knight-Champion looking up at her. “The church cast me out. The city locked me away. And I prayed, when I was in the cell,” he said. “I prayed for weeks. And no one came and I knew the Dreaming God had turned his back on me.” Slate swallowed hard. “But you saved me,” he said. “And I no longer have a church to serve. So I will swear to you, instead
