Ramza noticed her eyes flick to the ring she wore, but he did not question her about it. The lady's secrets were her own to keep.

"Curious. The saint was truly a spy, sent to spread dissent within the Holy Ydoran Empire. The Church of Glabados, founded by his followers, concealed that fact, and recorded only the tales of his miraculous deeds and miracles." He smiled bitterly at the queen. "Many of us placed our faith within the Church, fought and died for its lies. I pray your spy does not follow in the Saint's footsteps."

That sort of talk merited more ale. The broken shards of Ramza's faith still cut deeply when prodded. The drink might dull that ache. He took another long sip.