“Do you believe that still? That those who rule must give way if they are not just?” Even she can hear the febrile edge that has crept into her voice, but John does not seem alarmed. For the first time, he looks at her as though he understands her. “I do still believe it,” he says. “How glorious to be an angel, and know you serve the only truly just ruler to be found in all of creation.” The angel presses her lips together until they blanch, nods tersely, and looks away. “Hosanna,” she says.
