tell you to sever the head of your neighbor, yes, to dine in the bowl of their skull, you do it, and we might call that fealty. If I tell you to make me a necklace from the heads of your children, to make me a red veil from their latticed veins that I might lay on my brow, you’ll curtsy on bloody knees and crow, ‘Yes, Father!’ and you’ll ready the knife. And we might call that fealty as well. I say cut out your eye, you slice away. Take your hand off at the wrist, you whet the blade and get to work. That too is fealty. You understand? Yes? Make me a king’s house from this whole place. How I
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