Murphy listened in silence. "What is Your Highness's purpose in telling me this?" he asked.
Elizabeth looked up, her dark eyes exceptionally bright in the shade of the trees, even holding a hint of fervor.
"The Church Court has decided to hold a public selection in the Holy City for the next generation of 'Saints.' They say it's to solidify the faith and strengthen communication with Oriane."
Murphy frowned slightly. "A Saint? According to a thousand years of records, that's a title for someone who has demonstrated saintly virtue, performed miracles, and earned both the recognition of the faithful and the unanimous endorsement of the Church Court's leadership. A public selection?"
Elizabeth replied calmly, "The Pope's Throne has not graced the mortal world for a long time. In this age, the College of Cardinals *is* the embodiment of saintly virtue and miracles."
Murphy gave her a long look. "So, Your Highness wishes to participate?"
