"My men also fight for the survival of our ways, in Phoride." Orren reminded the ArchBishop that there was more than just he, as a reason to fight in Pomperaque. "There has been a great error on your part, so I believe!" Orren said. "I cannot make errors!" the ArchBishop rebuked him. "Watch your words, Orren. No matter if you are my most favoured cardinal I will have you killed if you continue." "Have me killed, then! If you can find someone who will do it!" Orren threatened back to his master. Manguino was angry, and like a child, he turned his face back to the window and pouted as he stared out. "I have found that the prophesy is clear, and yet we all have sought interpretations." he explained. "Yours is an error of trust. You have disregarded the two Bestenese and their crow, and you have disregarded my vision of the mons, as being omens of our destruction. I am prepared for anything, even if you are not!" he blurted at Manguino. "Prepared!" Manguino screamed. "Prepare yourself! -- that's what Jessuum Benitar said before my ejaculation!" "You are behaving as if you are mad, Manguino!" Orren pointed at him as he drew nearer. "It's not becoming of someone of your greatness." "Yes, I see that -- and I also see that you are not kind towards me while I am troubled about what is being done to me!" Orren shook the written prophesy in his hand and he returned to a steadier and more controlled way of speaking to his master. "We can only see that which is written but after it happens." Orren sounded as if he understood the prophesy and he wanted to reveal his knowledge to Manguino. "I have read about my vision of the Mons, that bird on the stranger's shoulder, your trust of the two men and your feast afterwards -- " " -- What are you talking about?" Manguino interrupted him. "I am talking about the prophesy, Your Grace. It is clearly states and no interpretation is needed." There was a convulsive silence in the room. It lasted only for a blink of an eye, but seemed like an eternity. "Let me see that, Orren!" he demanded. Orren unravelled the document and read aloud from it: "Four elements, ride on high Come from the greatest fears inside. All suspicions end with feast Of gilded skins and threaded beads -- " Manguino began to stomp his feet as he screamed at the top of his voice, that carried through every part of Halls, for Orren to stop. "Stop. Don't read it! Don't read it!" He rushed to him but tripped on the robe that he was wearing over his naked body, and Orren skipped to another familiar part of the transcript. "Black feathers from his shoulders jut As promised in the Holy verbal blab Shall come and take his place that day And rule the city where he once did play." Manguino raved, screaming to Orren to stop reading the words out loud to him.