"Very well."
After putting down his wineglass, Bishop Fole immediately rose and said to the elderly men, "Gentlemen, let us go see what this is about. A young man named Kasim Cecil has come, claiming he has an important report about the Church of Truth...."
The three old men looked at each other with interest, laid down their knives and forks, ripped off the napkins from their collars, and followed Bishop Fole to the deepest chamber on the first floor.
The light in the chamber was dim, and a young man in a red military uniform sat by the table, staring at the candlelight with an anxious expression on his face.
When he saw people entering the chamber, he sprang up, kneeled on one knee before Bishop Fole, and said with fear and respect, "Kasim Cecil, at your service, Bishop."
Bishop Fole walked over to the table and sat down, and along with the other three old men, they scrutinized Kasim with their murky eyes. After a moment, he leisurely began, "Kasim, what brings you to me?"
