"...and I wouldn't get his cap. That was it."
"Mr. Blakesly, you know that disregarding an order from an officer of the Holy Army is considered heresy, correct?"
"Yes, your Leadershipness."
"And you are aware that the penalty for heresy is death, correct?"
"Yes."
"In addition, you breached security at my palace, entering my private chambers."
"That's correct." By now Blake could feel the axe at the back of his neck.
"And finally, you drank my personal supply of holy water, slaking your earthly thirst with Eternal Water."
"Yes."
Blake waited for the swish of the axe. Briefly, he wondered how long it would hurt before his brain stopped sending and receiving signals for good. Seconds swum by, and Blake finally peeked out of the corner of his eye.
The guards, apparently as silent in movement as in speech, had left the room. He and Humbot were alone with the Reverend-General.
"Do you want to die, Mr. Blakesly?"
"N-No, your Leadershipness."
"Then I have a mission for you."
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