Thick is thieves, they stood as the dead sleeps, because they could not steal greatest from his lips, because they could not see the sunlight in the shadow of his memory, because they could not keep the truth of what they saw, before the god had fallen, because they had no words to keep, because the magic never sleeps. And they bowed before the flesh and bones in hopes of being unseen and while they are in the dark the people below them could see them because they was unmarked, pure if only from their sin...and one by one they became nothing like the petty men before them.