Solomon could theorise all he wanted, and be as pessimistic about his chances as he wanted, but Paddy could tell that even he believed it was a foregone conclusion. He was speaking as if Quiver would definitely come to them later, and it was just a question of when. The thought broadened Paddy's smile. "Well, you know the saying. Good things come to those who wait."

Taking down a cult, after all, couldn't be done quickly and haphazardly. It was a well-established cult, and spread all over the globe. It had to be a delicate operation, if it stood any chance of succeeding without loss of life.

"Hypothetically," Paddy mused, still stirring his tea, "what happens when all of this works, and the Temple comes down? I believe you said this was only the Irish branch. How many other Temples are there?" He hesitated. "Without making you feel as if you have an impossible workload, Mr. Prophet sir."