The reunited Family had spent a few minutes celebrating, then Cortin had ordered refreshments set up in the common-room. When that was done and the servants had left, the Family pulled chairs into a circle and seated themselves. Moments later, with no fanfare, the empty spot was occupied by what looked like a slim elderly man in a white cassock.
"Shayan," Cortin said, keeping her voice level.
"I prefer Lucius, if you don't mind."
"Lucius, then. I knew I'd have to face you eventually; let's get it over with."
The Pope held up both hands, shaking his head. "This is a simple discussion, Colonel, not the decision point. You must have realized that for yourself, to have accepted the alliance and this meeting."
Cortin sighed. "It could've been a ruse. I was almost hoping so, just to finish the matter."
"No ruse," Lucius assured her. "My motives must remain my own, but it is in my self-interest to support the Strike Forces and the Families, as well as promoting devotion to both Jeshua and the Protector. For that reason, and that reason alone, you may count on my unstinting support for … I would estimate the next couple of years, perhaps more."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because of your truthsense." Lucius smiled briefly. "I like you, Colonel Cortin."