Chapter 94: Devising the Board - Part 5

“How do you test whether he's taken one up the ass?” Enri demanded, face scrunched in quibbling perplexity.

Ingo gave him a questioning look. Cele doubted it was the question itself that evoked the king's baffled reaction, but the vast amount of time between explaining the process and the captain's question. They had finished their meager dinner and sat in otherwise relative silence around the fire, since one didn't stray from warmth in Simonese winters if they wanted to keep all extremities.

Eventually, the king smirked.

"Has that been bothering you all along, or did it just process?"

Enri scowled back at him.

"It's not been bothering me, it just seems moronic, that's all." He scuffed his boot against the cold, hard dirt. "All of these priests thinking they've got eons of knowledge and shit, and the dumb fucks think they can tell whether or not some limp-wristed Muse has been sodomized."