"May God help them!" Cassta exclaimed and Miel pulled on his shirt to quiet him. "Before I pronounce sentence, you may speak!" Manguino told Brook. Brook looked up at him with huge blood-shot eyes, then turned to the people. He lifted his bound hands into the air as a gesture of plea. "I do not accept the kneeling of one man to another, since no man is so deserving." he cried out to the people, and circling above the square was a large swallow that was loudly singing. He kneeled before Dearborne as he still spoke to the people in his loudest possible voice. "But I do kneel before this dear woman because her love had made her brave and she accepted my woes onto herself." he cried out and there was a gasp from those in the audience. He stood again and took a few steps forward. "Stay true, my friends of Phoride. I now die but my lineage is not following me in death." There was a murmur in the audience and Manguino became nervous and started to look worried. The swallow that circled overhead was now on the ground behind the people; and Boyce watched with Lloyd, as it turned into a man, dressed in robes of chamois material. They watched him move into the crowd. "Yes, my brother, Manguino. If you truly were a god, you would know that there is, indeed, a progeny between my wife and I. We have kept him from all the eyes of Pomperaque and he will soon avenge our death! You, Manguino -- you have committed the crime!" "Enough!" Manguino screamed out an order, aimed at Brook. "Burn in Hell, Devil incarnate!" Manguino began to enter into a fit when he heard this from Brook. The people were also disturbed by it. Most of the people that were in the crowd didn't know what this Devil was, but those that did know explained that it was the name of a legendary Being who was the ultimate Evil, and was actually Evil itself. Manguino was shocked to realise that so many knew of Devil. That was forbidden knowledge and it wasn't taught at the Blaisaman. 'How?', he wondered? He motioned with his hand at Brook and several of the guards grabbed him and Dearborne and spread both out, on the spreader-arches, making the wrists-bonds tight to the point of drawing blood from them. Boyce began to tear, as Lloyd held to his arms. "Even now your father is instilling doubt in the Phoridene's minds about the ArchBishop! Your uncle will be obsessed with fright for a long time!" Suddenly from behind Lloyd came a hand and a hiss of air. He turned around quickly, ready to defend his and Boyce's life, if need be, and saw that it was Empal. "It's dangerous to stay here any longer, my friends!" Empal said to them. "A moment!" demanded Boyce and Lloyd nodded in agreement. "Alright, but if I could find you here, anyone can!" They understood but they, nevertheless, stayed longer. Although the Angels were brutal with Brook he continued to yell to the crowd.