"Thou wouldst be deep in the secrets of Mother Church?
Know, then, that I have both scrip. Those who hold with
the Vulgate and Orthodox. What blood has flowed from
calvary's cross. If man might control God's mercy, there
would be no need for war or miracles." The Red Knight
spoke.
"Thou wicked base born shameless man!
Dost thou dare to raise thou voice against Mother Church?
You pry at holy mysteries, to which your hog's mind can
never rise! Keep silence, lest I cut you in two!"
The White Knight spoke.
"By the gallows like a carrion crow, you squawk!
A fine root can be found beneath the feet of dying criminals.
Mandrake, a fig for your curse! Bide it and it will make your
staff a pleasure for any wench. I am a free man and dare
say my mind to lackeys." The Red Knight drew his sword.
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