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‘We should send for a priest,’ Anne said. I gave her a look. ‘I am a fucking priest,’ I said, ‘and it’s more than I can explain. We’d need a magician to explain this.’
Anne was no tactician but by Our Lady she was loud, and on the battlefield a loud commander is worth two clever ones any day. What’s the point of clever orders if no one can hear them?
