““There will be justice', said Brutha. 'If there is no justice, there is nothing'. He was aware of a small voice in his head, too faint yet to distinguish words. 'Justice?' said Vorbis. The idea seemed to enrage him. He spun around to the crowd of bishops. 'Did you hear him? There will be justice? Om has judged! Through me! This is justice!' There was a speck in the sun now, speeding towards the Citadel. And the little voice was saying left left left up up left right a bit left - The mass of metal under him was getting uncomfortably hot. 'He comes now', said Brutha. Vorbis waved his hand to the great facade of the temple. 'Men built this. We built this', he said. 'And what did Om do? Om comes? Let him come! Let him judge between us!' 'He comes now', Brutha repeated. 'The God.' People looked apprehensively upwards. There was that moment, just one moment, when the world holds its breath and against all experience waits for a miracle. - up left now, when I say three, one, two, THREE - 'Vorbis?' croaked Brutha. 'What?' snapped the deacon. 'You're going to die.””
