The ArchBishop laughed as he arranged his surplice, folded beneath his gut. "Yes, I do believe it, most favoured. He thinks that the people follow only me. I proved this to him when I passed the Canon Education Law. He will be controlled ... in time." He leaned back in the chair, a dry squeak cut the choral hymn in the background and nurtured the evil mechanism within the room. The singing in the background moved further into the distance as the monks shifted to a different section of the building. They chanted the appropriate hymns in each of the spiritual rooms. Allen spoke of Dearborne once again. He seemed to be angry and oddly annoyed about her apparent inability to produce Brook's offspring over the past twenty years. They were the only couple in the land to be together for such a long time without begetting children. Everyone questioned that but the answers were always the same. They weren't ready, and are young enough to wait some while longer. Allen made his fun of the man, Brook. "What of his wife, Holiness? What of her chastity for these past years? What a coward he is, to be wed to one so fair, as she. Twelve years of marriage and no children, and you do not allow Our right, to have her bare one of Our Holy children." "Hush! You will have the chance, my most loyal friend. But we must be vigilant for the appropriate opportunity." Allen smiled at the ArchBishop's approval and with eager ears waited to know when. "You are right about the length of their marriage, with no children. Soon they have celebrations of their joining. We shall attend. You may have her obey your whims, at that time, but not before and not after. The time will make itself available to you, then!" finished the ArchBishop. "May humbled thanks, Most High and Wise." said Allen as he quickly trotted to his master, the ArchBishop and kissed his hand. "Enough, Allen! You tire me! Go and make the necessary preparations and give it your fullest attention." "Yes, Your Holiness!" and after his bow, he left the Almighty to his own thoughts, as he listened to the chanting choir, again drawing near as they made their way to the upper spirals of the tower. He relaxed in his chair and patted his belly. He stretched and sighed, as he leafed through some papers and tabloids. Soon, he delved into deep contemplation about Brook and himself, and their respective positions in the land. Through his mind ran a whirlwind of thought that concerned the so-believed misfortune in Brook's power. He felt uneasy over the total disunity that could occur, if the mobs of Phoride rose up against him. It could happen if the past were revealed, as truth, in place of the Canon's 'disillusionment' commandment. What if they accepted it? He wondered.