page_0: "Acolyte,

  Are thy hands filled with Milk and Honey? 
Why! Brother Inquisitor hath espied thee administer the Bullwhip as though it were but a feather, so that the prisoner's cries were akin to the squeakings of a mouse! Need I remind thee that mercy is but a mask of Cowardship? 
  Let it not sway thee from our grim toil: we are Physicians of the Soul, and our art is to cauterize the spirit of the wicked with Pain and Iron.
  As penance, thou shalt aid Brother Giancarlus bearing the crates of last year's Discipline Ledgers to Guilesatpeak at prime on the morrow, in abstinence. 
-- Brother Mystagogue"
