me : that cross you wear around your neck;
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

girl :Yes, I believe - truly

me :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.

girl :You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

me :It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.

me :My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

girl :But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

me :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.

girl :There is also love and life and hope.

me :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.

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