Master Charley,” Uriah said. Beth-Moriarty was on the floor, gasping and choking. The knife in Uriah’s hands glistened red with blood. “Or is it Master David? Do tell me which you prefer, won’t you, sir?” “Uriah,” Charley said, deliberately calm. “What are you doing?” “What am I doing?” he repeated. His limbs twitched. “What does it look like I’m doing? What am I always doing? Rising above my station. I’m Uriah Heep, Master Charley. A threat to the social order, and the truth at the heart of it. It’s what I do.”
