The men waiting included delegations from all three religious hierarchies. They were not pleased that I had kept them waiting. I did not apologize. I was not in a good humor and did not mind a confrontation.

Theyd had to wait in the mess hall because there was nowhere else to put them. Even there they had to crowd up because they had to get out of the way of men who had nowhere else to spread their blankets.

Before I went in I told Narayan, First score to my credit. They came to me.

Probably because none of them want you making a private deal with the others.

Probably. I put on my best scowl, laid on a light glamor, clanked into the mess hall. Good morning. Im honored but Im also pressed for time. If you have something to discuss please get to the point. Im an hour behind schedule and didnt budget time for socializing.

They didnt know how to take me. A woman talking hard was something new.

Somebody shot an obnoxious question from the back.

All right. A position statement. That should save time. My religious attitude is indifference. Ill stay indifferent as long as religion ignores me. My position on social issues is the same. Im a soldier, one of the Black Company, which contracted with the Prahbrindrah Drah to rid Taglios of the Shadowmasters. My Captain fell. I replaced him. I will fulfill the contract. If that statement doesnt answer your questions then you probably have questions you have no right to ask.

My predecessor was a patient man. He worried about offending people. I dont share those qualities. Im direct and unpleasant when aroused. Questions?

They had them. Of course. They yammered. I picked a man I recognized, one who was offensive and was not loved by his peers. He was a bald Gunni in scarlet. Tal. Youre being unpleasant. Stop it. You have no legitimate business here. None of you have, really. I said I have no interest in religion. You have little cause to be interested in things military. Lets leave each other to our own competences.

Beautiful Tal played his part as though rehearsed. His response was more than offensive, it was a direct challenge predicated upon my sex, speaking to my failure to commit suttee.

I tossed him a Golden Hammer, not to the heart but to the right shoulder. It spun him around and knocked him down. He screamed for more than a minute before he passed out.

It got real quiet. Everyone, including poor fuddled Narayan, stared at me wide-eyed.

You see? Im not my predecessor. He would have remained polite. He would have clung to persuasion and diplomacy long past the point where a demonstration is a more effective way to communicate. Go tend to priestly matters. Ill tend to making war and to wartime discipline.