Had I moved he would have struck, but to his mad eyes my calmness was terrifying.
"It sticks in my mind," I said, "that there is a commandment, Do no murder.

You call yourself a follower of the Lord.

Let me tell you that you are no more than a bloody-minded savage, a thousandfold more guilty than those poor creatures you are leading astray.

You serve Baal, not God, John Gib, and the devil in hell is banking his fires and counting on your company." He gibbered at me like a bedlamite, but I knew what I was doing.

I raised my voice, and spoke loud and clear, while my eyes held his in that yellow dusk.
"Priest of Baal," I cried, "lying prophet! Go down on your knees and pray for mercy.