eunuch’s voice, thin and reedy—the priest from Messina, black-cassocked and filthy. “That devil is still out there.” The man who answers is a giant, his frame shrouded in a mail haubergeon and a coat-of-plates; he has a patrician nose and eyes that have seen death. “Devil?” he replies, scoffing. “I’ll bugger your devil, priest! He is nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing! A milk-livered whore’s son!”
MAF \m/
