"to have a bloody halo" Cant, meaning a dangerous celestial     Second Lower Day of Mortis, 126 HR Her Magnificence Archbishop Juliana Spesinfracta sat in the factol's office in the Barracks and waited. Killeen Caine, Legate of Arcadia, leaned against Sarin's desk and watched her discreetly as she calmly but sternly studied the large wall map of Ortho. She was now in her early sixties, her hair gray but still long and full, pinned up in a neat and elaborate hairstyle and adorned with the diadem that signified her rank as archbishop of the Archonites. The fine wrinkles around her eyes had deepened, but her gaze was as alert and sharp as ever. She sat very upright, her entire posture an expression of discipline and inner strength, every movement deliberate and controlled. Juliana was, as always, a model of etiquette and perfect social manners. Something Killeen Caine could not necessarily claim for himself, as he was well aware. He had to smile to h...