[Male Voice]
-That cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
-Yes, I believe - truly

-Then I want you to remove it at once!
and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained, my
dear? Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

-You had me take off my cross because it
offended..

-It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

-But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe...

-Believe?! If you believe you are... gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

-There is also love and life and hope.

-Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist... he is long
since dead. Someone... something rules in his
place.

                                                                                    "Believe? In a deily long dead? -
                                                                  I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn;
                                                                                  Whith faärtytales fill'd up in head;
                                                                                   Thoughts of the Book stillborn."

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