“Yes. It is. Now, you're sure you understand your role?”
“I'm not i***t, Rev.”
“No. I know. You're the sanest person I've met here.”
“Don't say much for the rest of them.”
“Indeed. And in fact, Ebbers, I meant to say to you. While I'm sure butchery is a fine and noble calling, if you do survive the war, may I suggest there are other ends you might pursue?”
“Meaning what, Rev?”
“Meaning whatever you want it to mean.”
“Meaning maybe I should come knocking on your door one sunny day?”
Semper smiled. “If by some unlikely chance we both survive this, then yes. I'd welcome that.”
Semper took the scrap of ancient cloth he'd ensorcelled and cut it in two with a pair of surgeon's scissors. One half he handed to Ebbers. The other he kept. “Here we go then. Over the top.”
“Over the top, Rev
