"You call this 'not much happened'?" Kraft was stunned. The bizarre turn of events was on par with taking a deep breath of Spore Powder.
"A heterodox sect—a new sect with clear symbols—was scurrying around like cockroaches in the sewers right beneath our feet, and it had some strange tricks. You're saying that's not much?"
Green glanced toward the door to make sure no one was coming to disturb them. They were in a private stone chamber.
He made no attempt to hide his feelings. "For many people, yes. But for the people who get to decide whether I receive support, maybe not."
"People with inherited surnames and estates believe only in their surnames and land. Everyone knows that, but no one says it out loud. And for those with older surnames and more land, the standard can be relaxed even further."
"The Chief Inquisitor would be happy to clear the cockroaches out of the house. But if they're hiding in a vase or beneath the Holy Ark, that's another matter."
"Even after this group of cockroaches set fire to the University Laboratory and attacked Inquisition monks in the suburbs, they're going to drop the matter over some symbols on a suit of battered armor?" They'd already uncovered part of the truth. Now was the time to press harder.
"We can burn another one, too. It's not like they're going to get beneath the seat cushions in the Cathedral of Our Lady. And there's no sign the heterodoxy is spreading." As a veteran in the field, Green understood the logic behind it very well. "Of course, the attack was a terrible thing. We'll find a way to retaliate."
"The problem now is that this armor will make people uneasy, and the casualties will make them even more so. Whether that