“We don’t know, Dean,” said Nakitanda, “but clearly something is wrong and he has to tell us what it is. And we need to hear from the sister before we go back to the Sistine to vote. What exactly is her complaint against him?” Zucula seized Lomeli’s arm. For such a seemingly frail man, his grip was fierce. “We have waited a long time for an African Pope, Jacopo, and if God wills it to be Joshua, I am happy. But he must be pure in heart and conscience—a truly holy man. Anything short of that would be a disaster for all of us.”
