[Suzerain of Sheol]

"So much like the peers of the Table Round, though they dressed their perfidy in the mantle of pious service, all the while defaming grace with their every breath, hoping that providence would overlook them, in the last. I can assure you, though, my mistress, the eyes of God are blind to naught. Every last one of those sinners-in-arms now burns in the inferno everlasting. And that is just."

Pelles turns his dripping gaze from the impervious night -- now showing the promise of the coming dawn -- down to his Master. "You are not a young woman, Lucienne. This I can I see despite your glamours. I do not think I, myself, lived so long in my blighted stay upon this earth. Were I you, I would think of more God in my declining years."