"And as he said," Bradford continued, "it isn't really territorial. It didn't make much sense to us to have Sealed troopers limited to one jurisdiction, and Their Highnesses agreed. So did His Majesty when they approached him, and the other Sovereigns when King Mark approached them--because we were informed shortly after my return to the Palace that we are now extraterritorial. Not just Strike Force, but all Sealed troopers--so all of you need new insigne, which we've brought." He smiled, handing them out. "Ivan had several hundred made, for when the Protector manifests, but these are all we need for now. I sent some to Tony and Chuck, too, so they'll be in correct uniform when Mother Gabriel releases them." "That was thoughtful of you--thanks." Cortin smiled, then glared at both of them. "One of you could have called me with a little advance warning, I should think! Isn't it bad enough that His Majesty keeps pulling this sort of surprise on me?" "It is fun to surprise you when we have the chance," Illyanov said. "Would you deny us a bit of harmless entertainment?" Cortin chuckled ruefully. "Put that way, of course not--how could I? But someday I may be able to pull the same thing on you, be warned!" "We shall consider ourselves properly warned indeed," Illyanov agreed. "Good enough." Cortin moved her shoulders uncomfortably, but maybe it would help the discomfort she still felt if she did talk about what had happened with the farm-folk this afternoon. "Until then, I need some moral support. Something scary happened while I was questioning the first conscript today--since you weren't all in earshot, and Ivan wasn't there at all, can I describe it?" "Please," Illyanov said. Cortin did. When the description was over, she said, "I can't really describe how it felt, though. He honestly believed I am the Protector, was worshipping me. I was told not to deny that identification, so I didn't--but dear God, it was frightening! And several of the others were almost as bad. Being treated like the Herald is awful enough; being treated like the Protector Herself is . . . I don't know, I don't have the right word. I don't think I'd like it even if I were Her. Or Him." "Whether you did or not would have little bearing," Illyanov said. "God does not need to be worshipped; He--or She--requires it of us because it is we who need to worship, and if we do not worship God, we will worship someone or something less worthy." "That makes sense," Cortin said. "It's not what I'd choose, but I've been frightened and embarrassed before, without a Family for support. I suppose I'll learn to live with it--I'll have to, since I don't have any choice." "You also have the support of the rest of us who are Sealed," Illyanov said, leaning over to kiss her. "Would you like me--or us--to spend the night?" "Either or both, any time--which you know. But what about your families?"