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"Not wounds, Bishop Peregrino. Surgery. And if I can help to heal the pain afterward, then yes, I stay and help. I have no anesthesia, but I do try for antisepsis."
"You should have been a priest, you know."
"Younger sons used to have only two choices. The priesthood or the military. My parents chose the latter course for me."
"A younger son. Yet you had a sister. And you lived in the time when population controls forbade parents to have more than two children unless the government gave special permission. They called such a child a Third, yes?"
"You know your history."
"Were you born on Earth, before starflight?"
"What concerns us, Bishop Peregrino, is the future of Lusitania, not the biography of a Speaker for the Dead who is plainly only thirty-five years old."
"The future of Lusitania is my concern, Speaker Andrew, not yours."
"The future of the humans on Lusitania is your concern, Bishop. I'm concerned with the piggies as well."
"Let's not compete to see whose concern is greater."
The secretary opened the door again, and Bosquinha, Dom Crist o, and Dona Crist came in. Bosquinha glanced back and forth between the Bishop and the Speaker.
"There's no blood on the floor, if that's what you're looking for," said the Bishop.
"I was just estimating the temperature," said Bosquinha.
"The warmth of mutual respect, I think," said the Speaker. "Not the heat of anger or the ice of hate."
"The Speaker is a Catholic by baptism, if not by belief," said the Bishop. "I blessed him, and it seems to have made him docile."
"I've always been respectful of authority," said the Speaker.
"You were the one who threatened us with an Inquisitor," the Bishop reminded him. With a smile.
The Speaker's smile was just as chilly. "And you're the one who told the people I was Satan and they shouldn't talk to me."