He wondered if he could save himself if he got to his knees and prayed for his forgiveness from the True Living God, which he still didn't love or believe in. He promised to kill no more or crave to look upon or participate in sexual obscenities with women and, like a few untold times, with men and animals. He didn't know how to react to Orren himself. Orren had been rash and quick i having all his men take their respective positions in the city, but Manguino couldn't tell him why he should not have done it. Boyce and Lloyd saw the interesting manoeuvres of the Cardinal Orren's army, all stationed facing outward from the city, waiting for an attack from outside. There was news from Orren's spies in the north. The messages stated that the Bestenese army had disappeared. Orren waited for an invasion. All the activity amused Boyce and Lloyd. They predicted that the monastic army would be called to defense ready alert when the ArchBishop's spies informed Halls about the move south by the Northern United Alignment forces. The surprise attack from within the city would take Orren's army, totally by surprise. In the evening the ArchBishop called Orren to the office and Orren became impatient during their talk. Orren wanted to go to the spire and watch the skies again, but Manguino wanted to talk about himself and his thoughts about the prophesy. He came to the office with the prophesy rolled up in a sheet of off-white paper. He had read the words some more this afternoon and became angered at the great ArchBishop's naivete of it. He stormed into the office and just stared at Manguino. "With the drug that Polis had developed from the old formula," said Manguino while staring out of the window, "I thought that I would live forever." He looked at Orren for a moment and thought about the remarkable resemblance he had to his father, the late Cardinal Allen. "I do so love power. Anything that I wanted I would get, no matter what it was!" he said to Orren, then looked out of the window again. Orren came closer to him. "So are the benefits of having no one above you to be afraid of, Your Grace." he told Manguino. He laughed and with wet eyes he continued to speak in a soft voice while he rubbed his groin. "Power is beautiful. If I demanded to someone to kiss my scrotum, it would be done. If I commanded someone to rub my refuse over themselves, or even to eat my refuse, it would be done." Manguino's tone of speaking was soft and had a pleasurable quality about it, as if the imagery that he was conveying to Orren was pleasing to himself. Orren felt disgusted but tried not to let it show, and he began to speak of something other than the fantasies that go with power. "You do not have to worry about being overrun, Holiness!" he told Manguino. "My army is out there ready to die for you, if necessary." "That would be a beautiful sight to see, I think. I will bless each one in paradise when they die." he muttered.