Selin Hizli

The congregation must greatly enjoy your sermons.

What was the subject of your most recent address?

You're right.

It is hot in here.

How pleasant to feel the air on my bare skin.

My torso is naked, save for the top of my left shoulder, which I always keep concealed.

No man can pay a price high enough to see the fleur-de-lis.

Tell me about the horrors of lust.

You know the rule.

You may look, but no touching.

Your soul would be damned, and we don't want that now, do we?

Abbe Pyrrho is a spineless hypocrite, like so many men I have been acquainted with.

I am fully aware that it is only the Cardinal's protection which keeps me safe here.

He acts as my invisible shield, and the Abbe dear not lay a finger upon me.

If ever he were to try, my hair is held up by a pin made of deer bone, strong and sharp enough to kill a man if stabbed into the eye or the throat with enough force.

Given these protective charms, it seems perfectly wise to exploit his drooling desire whilst I can, to aid me in building my war chest.

And make no mistake, I am at war.

Forgive me, Lord Jesus.

So Wednesday with the Abbey is something I can endure, keeping a higher purpose in mind.

I, an ugly, foul creature, unworthy of your grace...