Caravaggio The Annunciation

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can I find Mr. Didactylos?" said Brutha.
"In the palace courtyard. Next door to the Library. You can't miss him. Just follow your nose."
"We just came-” Brutha said, but his inner voice prompted him not to complete the sentence. "We'll just be going then."
"Don't forget your tortoise," said the barman. "There's good eating on one of them."
"May all your wine turn to water!" Om shrieked.
"Will it?" said Brutha, as they stepped out into the night.
No."You're not supposed to. The ways of gods aren't supposed to be understandable to men."
"The Quisition keeps us on the path of truth! The Quisition works for the greater glory of the Church!"
"And you believe that, do you?" said the tortoise.
Brutha looked, and found that certainty had gone missing. He opened and shut "Tell me again. Why exactly are we looking for a philosopher?" said Brutha."I want to get my power back," said Om."But everyone believes in you!""If they believed in me they could talk to me. I could talk to them. I don't know what's gone wrong. No one is worshiping any other gods in Omnia, are they?""They wouldn't be allowed to," said Brutha. "The Quisition would see to that.""Yeah. It's hard to kneel if you have no knees."Brutha stopped in the empty street."I don't understand you!"