Father Anderson smiled bitterly. "You could say that, My Lord. I just don't know if this counts as perseverance or a cowardly compromise. The Holy Throne was hasty, yet his vision was grand. And all I can do... is this tiny little bit."
"Then, Father Anderson," Murphy's voice echoed clearly in the simple room, "let's talk about the path Pope Fuer II chose. He sought to use the supreme authority of the Church Court to impose reform from the top down, to redefine justice in the name of God, even at the cost of shaking the very foundations of the old order. In your opinion, was this path itself correct? Or, to put it another way, was it feasible?"
Father Anderson froze. He slowly raised his head, his normally gentle, gray-blue eyes now churning with incredibly complex emotions.
