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no? germanicus nodded. "i had asked only because you call yourself a saint, and the only saints i know are the ones who have picked one god or another to serve." it was a monotheistic belief, something the eaglebound found as unpalatable as the wild heathenry in the unconquered green forests.

unconquered for now, he noted to himself.

"i will take your advice to heart, arlette," he said softly. the softness of it reminded him of the titles he had collected so far, going back unto ico. he recalled the vestal with a gentle want and then passed it over. "what sort of plants are good for fever?"